Physics of Love

I struggle. What's new?
So does the wind, the sails
that dissolve it.

I am a strong woman, a nail
whose back is beaten by
a fist of steel.

And you are the wooden handle
that holds the metal, the physics
which with accurate aim

confirms my purpose.

O! that I were only a feather
fallen from the shoulder of a bird
whose only fate, ambiguous

as forever.

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