Her scale of probability.

A poetic drive on words taking me, wherever the poem takes me.

Her scale of probability.

It just didn't add up!

but who said

love was a science,

a mathematical equation:

Love equals mass times two squared

shared/divided by the outside world.

More like a game

of chance, love;

the gamble,

the loss,

all the eggs

placed sequentially

in one basket.

Attractive,

appealing,

on mass......

rejected,

on the grounds of 

her probability;

subtracted

  divided

in the loop,

all my life 

a circle.

Only karma knew....

what goes around

comes around....

eventually.

Reviews

[A.marie.speaks]

this one suits me perfectly. i love your way with words and this one flows flawlessly. It's serious yet playful.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your lovely words A.marie.:):):)

[Centipedle]

They say the world completely depends on the she saying yes. A very curious poem this is ^^ I loved it. Pen on.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words! pen on lol, you are too kind. thank you again.