Love's Algorithm Poem by Michael Walker

I flow into you and you to me,
As source to sink at its capacity,
And streams extend from sea to shining sea,
Yet where can we ever find some pity?

You cut me to the quick, and so I bleed,
For in the blood is the desire to breed.
Who is she who gives me what I need?
The one to whom to hear is but to heed.

Follow me, and I will always lead,
Or else go your own way, and leave me be,
For I am more than all the words you read,
As well as more than all the looks you see.

Love's algorithm: Give, and we receive,
For we can only live as we believe.