I don't know why I love you at all
I might as well be in love with a wall
You're so stubborn my love
But its hard to ignore you
You're too stubborn
But I simply adore you

I find organic to be fun
Becuase there's a cute boy in my class
And I always have to be careful
Not to stare at that ***.

And my train of thought
Just seems to get lost
Between ionization of electrons
And very ***** thoughts.

I'm always trying to focus
With my very best effort
On the professor and lecture
My answers are always cohort.
When I get called on
The answers slip out
I'm never all there
But I never have to doubt.

I know they're right
It's all in my head
So bursting with facts
A plethora of premed

That's exactly why
I never have time
To ponder emotions
Or cry and whine.

I've got equations to solve
And solutions to mix
I've got labs to write up
And patients to fix.

So while I may like a boy
I know it'll never work
I'm emotionally bankrupt
And he'll take me for a ****.

Because I wont talk feelings
I've got anatomy to memorize instead
And I wont have time for long dates
Because I'll be studying or in bed.

So I wont ask for his time
Because I haven't any to return
I don't have any to give away
No free minutes to burn.

Let your voice for once, listen to your feelings,
For words and tears wait for none,
Let those eyes be as silent as ever,
Else they might speak the bitterness of your heart

Yes I remember those sleepless nights,
And those lamps, that burned with your memories,
Yes those black crisp petals are still afresh with your memories,
As I can still smell the scent of love that lingered around you, within me,

Yes I still remember the sound of your steps under the storm of sunlight,
Narrowing towards me like the ripples of water towards the shore,
Yes I still smell the scent of love that once came with the breeze you brought along,
Now I realize, remembering and dreaming are not so varied after all.

There exists A Question.
A Question beaten down by
Poets,
Authors,
Romantics,
Cynics,
Scientists, et cetera.
A Question oversimplified,
Over-asked,
Overused
Over time.
A Question under-appreciated
Undermined,
Underbought,
Underestimated.
A Question too simply asked
Without preparation for the answer.
Without knowledge of its contents.
Without trust in its meaning.
A Question asked
But not fully perceived.
A Question as to what is
Rather than what it does.
A Question who's answer
Is as complex as its source.
A Question who's action
Is stronger than its being.
I love this question.
I hate this question.
But, I can only do my best to answer.
Because, after all, 'tis only
A Question.