Love With Many Colors-I
My love is interdisciplinary. She seems to rise like the Sun from the east, And likewise set in the west, Only to bring in physics refuting Both the setting and the rising. In bed when we debate Procreation and recreation, She brings in sciences of life to strike A balance between pain and pleasure. Maps, political and physical, get to her, Love is beyond boundaries, says she; In every clime it’s ever warm, Even high up the snowy mountains.