Love is a science.
It is a force of attraction
between two or more people
bound within a relationship.
It is directly proportional
to the mass of the heart,
and inversely proportional
to the distance between them.
Love obeys no visible law,
yet moves like gravity through souls;
invisible to mortal eyes,
but powerful enough
to alter destinies untold.
Love is a vector quantity;
it possesses both
magnitude and direction.
Sometimes it pulls us closer,
sometimes it drives us apart,
depending on the force applied
by emotion and intention.
It is spontaneous, depending
on temperature, enthalpy,
and entropy.
At times it radiates warmth
like an exothermic reaction,
and sometimes absorbs sorrow
through silent transformation.
Love experiences resistance,
which may become
either a barrier or merely nothing.
Like current through a conductor,
it weakens where fear resides,
yet flows endlessly
where trust remains unbroken.
Love forms covalent bonds
through the equal sharing of hearts,
while ionic souls are drawn together
by opposite desires.
Some bonds remain stable forever,
while others break apart
under excess energy and time.
And though every reaction
must someday reach equilibrium,
true love defies decay,
remaining forever conserved
through every collision,
every distance,
and every passing age.
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