Since I was six and a half years old
I've always analyzed
The subjects of general conversation
Generally prized.
Like "love at first sight" and" love unbounded"
And love till "death do us part."
But I've never managed to verify more
Than the beating of a heart.

No fellow showed up with empirical stuff,
With a trumpet or snare drum roll.
I never managed to get data enough
To certify a proper control.

I always found men were quick to depart
From a girl with a P h. D.
But I've met a guy who is smart, smart, smart
And who likes to check facts with me.

He has eyes, brown eyes, two, chestnut brown,
And a shockingly high I. Q.
It's possible he could turn upside down
All the things that I thought weren't true.

I can't believe he's real. He's perfect.
I don't know how to feel: he listens to what I say.
He's the only man I ever met
Who was smart enought to begin to get
How smart I am and still not let
How smart I am get in the way!

Though he may laugh at my insistence
That things be logical, articulate, cogent clear,
He never discounts my theories,
My epistomological queries,
And he'll talk about things that no one else wants to hear.

He never seems to need me to act romantic.
I can't be girly cause I shout instead of just speak.
But last week when I shouted at him "nosce te ipsum"
(it means "know thyself" in Latin,
Without hesitation he answered me back in Greek.

I had an aberrant reaction.
It's quite irration al my face turned completely red.
When we were talking about geothermal gasses,
He suddenly took of his really big black glasses
And it made me think he might be saying
Something else in stead.

We're reading Kant's "Critique of Practical Reason."
"Pure Reason" was thrilling but it left us wantting more.
When I said, "Well, you know, Kant never goes out of season."
He said, "You're a kind of a girl I could kind of adore!"

I really don't let people touch me.
It's too much stimulus, like chalk on a blackboard. Argghh!
It was quite beyong all expectation
When he asked if he could read my disertation.
That's when I began to think it might be something more.

I don't understand love.
I don't understand love.
I'd be happy to live my life alone
With my cat and with my mother on the telephone
Not wondering if I should wonder what I met him for.
I don't understand love.
I don't understand love!
But I could maybe just try to learn a little more about

—it.