By Michelle Garren Flye
This year, it will all be different.
I’ll study Love, find its uses.
I’ll know how big it is.
I’ll measure it, weigh it.
I will find its boundaries.
You say that’s impossible.
You say Love knows no such things.
You say it has no limits.
You say it’s ageless, timeless,
And you say Love never stops.
Well, we’ll see, won’t we?
When I put it in a test tube
And place it in the centrifuge—
Apply enough pressure…
We’ll see who’s right about love.
I’ll spin out all my discoveries.
For the whole world, of course.
Everyone wants to know,
Every body longs for my answers
About why Love is, who it’s for.
This year I’ll figure it all out:
Who deserves Love?
What is Love made of?
When is the right time, and
Why is less Love too much to bear?
Just wait and see.
Because when it’s done,
They’ll adore and worship,
Congratulate and adulate—
They will all love me.