Molecules of Love
From Alchemy to Chemistry
If we could fly among the clouds
we would be able to feel them
not every single time
but usually after the clouds had poured
their loads down on the world below
Rain mingled with molecules of love
the reason why rain is rarely
undesired or a nuisance
The water soothes many thirsts
the molecules of love
all broken hearts
and all those who need some more
Chemists have analysed rain water
unable to find any purported love
perhaps ignoring that such love
evaporates more quickly than H₂O
It has to come in contact with flesh
before hitting any ground
although trees and other life
absorb them for their love wants
Alchemists of yore all knew
that gold really meant love
Who cares about any metal
when priceless love is the
currency of every god and mortal
Thus flying between the clouds
we would feel the residue of love
which does not volatilise
but begins to accumulate anew
molecules of love for the next rainfall
If I had to make a guess
unscientifically of course
I would surmise from what I know
that each molecule of love
contains special instances
of oxytocin dopamine and serotonin
the happiness resulting from love
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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You've brilliantly done it. Great job!
Lovely and creative work!