Lina Poem by Ima Ryma

As a child, he did fall in love
With Lina, always in his heart.
Her absence, he'd be thinking of
Her, wishing they were not apart.
He'd be with her to ease away
The heavy burdens on his mind.
A loving couple, they would play
Love's notes of music that could bind
Them in the greatest act of all,
More than just a hard cold theory,
But a soft warm beckoning call,
Proving true relativity.

'Lina, ' a violin played fine
By her lover, Albert Einstein.