she had always
felt
those romantic,
amorous,
passionate,
and intimate
kinds of emotions
since forever began,
too old
to remember.

metaphorical expressions
like mathematical equations
aren't quite enough,
ample to be exact?

she had her first
touch of love,
the first scent,
first soound,
first dance,
and the
first petrichor of love,
friday's love.

but such assymptotic
love ended in a
form of chemistry,
too much of everything
is just too toxic.

but love is composite,
love forswears,
love is uncertain
yet love is
boundless,
and love can aquiese.

when something
ends, something
begins.

now she learned,
now she grew,
and will continue
to walk her way
towards
her next
apeirogonic love.