Alas! I have found in you, my dear,
a spark that is comparable to the beginnings of time:
a vibration only our minds can hear:
a speeding up of particles, that is what makes you mine.
Fool me not, this connection that feels so nice,
it is but a natural instinct: nothing more, nothing less;
Let us succumb to the universe’s random device,
and let it not be disguised as “Fate’s soft caress.”
For you, and I, and this exhilaration we feel,
is but a chemical balance, excited for mating:
so allow my arms to engulf you, and let us “love” with zeal
and participate in this necessary act they call “dating.”

What frightens you, my dear? Our story is timeless:
we shall love the thrill, though thrill and love are meaningless.