Love has its own arithmetic
where one plus one is always greater,
though sometimes, sadly, we shape
its geometry from triangles.
Love also has a grammar, with
the second person favored first,
and 'thou' replaces 'I' and 'me'
in thoughts and declarations.
Love's language is often learned unspoken:
meanings transmitted by tilt of head
or accomplished through the eyes,
whose glance can fill a dictionary.
Love's history lectures may be unique
and its future lesson plan a mystery,
but both yield to the present moment,
where Love's study is our social science.
Love's geography is our favorite subject,
even though that homework is never finished.
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