The 1st law of thermodynamics states that no energy is created and none is destroyed;

I know this to be true as a simple fact.

Like the deep blue of Kuroshio my love has no limits,

Surely, the only ever elusive proof that exists,

Is that all of the light that bounces off of you stores itself in my eyes.

Somehow that collection that weighs so heavily on my unburdened heart will surely,

Perhaps, most definitely, continue to become the star I think you are.

The 2nd law of thermodynamics states that disorder grows unbounded.

Disorder must mean things to different people and I dare you to hypothesize otherwise;

It isn't when your hair is untidy after you've just woke up,

It's when I can't find the words to express my feelings about it.

The 2nd law must be true then, because I never find the words to tell you that you are,

Without a doubt, part of the method that completes and destroys me.

If disorder has such exponential growth, how can it be described with so little?

The 3rd law of thermodynamics states that nothing is below the absolute bottom of absolute zero.

There is no disorder in perfection. My crystal heart was at absolute zero. Flawless.

Before you existed, surely, I was the single point. Existence was confined to me.

Bang. Like a gun through an hourglass my flawless, you destroyed.

Still there is nothing. Absolute zero could not contain that which was everything.

Surely, beyond all reason and theory, there must be a 4th law.

The 4th law of thermodynamics must surely state, that my love was never created or destroyed and grows unbounded. Surely, definitely, with proof, you showed me that even at absolute zero,


You moved me.