I am a poet who fell in love with a scientist.

I wrote him odes and pulled him through the grass to look at the stars.
He read studies on how to love me and pointed at the placement of the planets.

I saw his traits as the ingredients to compose a flawlessly flawed face.
He saw them as biological components to create a recipe for evolutionary disadvantage.

I knew that I loved him because I felt it in my bones.
He woke up beside me and pondered, while I slept, if he truly did me.

I saw him as the perfect person.
He saw me as trial three in this experiment of the heart.

His hypothesis: I will always love you
The results: Hypothesis proven wrong