What measure of love will not upset the balance
of society’s silly rules
that reduce a thing of rare beauty to the basest
human failing?

I fear requirement of calibration will
eat away at skin of my soul
and ravage my heart that in innocence welled up
to overflowing.

So having already flunked Chemistry Lab, I
fling off certain consequence of
failure to adhere to unspoken restrictions
and spill this love.

Human nature, having its way, leads to response
in kind; you unleash steady stream
of wrath in equal amount, neutralize real love,
deny, pretend.