Why do my dull atoms cry out for yours;
Atoms, as a group, are seldom alone,
Being that they're really just small fluffy spheres
Often found in groups much larger than one.
Or are their electrons too widely placed
And give the illusion, no one is there
Which tempts them to searching, throughout all space,
When; only once, sensed the weight of your stare.
If atoms in lips seek the same, in yours,
And atoms of mind seek a positive charge,
As of isotopes, your warm hands imbued;
Might not then my overcharged heart, enlarge
To hold the whole valance, of your rare charms,
And your polite distance, gently disarm.
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