Love = (E=mc2) ? Poem by iris shih

E = mc2
One of the famous equations of Einstein
Does it apply to love as if the story of Constantine?

As the one says …
love = give and take
And the one and the only one also says … Love is ‘sacrifices'
But …
Can everything be so perfectly balanced as if no fake?
Can everything be counted as if snowflakes?

Love …
Hidden not in black nor white
Yet appearing and disappearing as if it's grey
Until it fades…

Love …
It melts even the strongest heart of steel
As if thieves
Stealing all your time that can be counted
Yet …
Love itself her quantity cannot be counted?
Counting? Manipulation? Evaluation?
Can it? Shall it?
Or so be it?
Let's… let it be … for now
How? Why? Where? ? Who? ? ?
Last but not least
When …?

Love …
When it happens …? And where it ends?
Not the world's most delicate balance can weigh it when it ends
Not the world's most accurate clock can time when it starts

Compared with love
E=mc2 is relatively simple
Along the authenticity, spontaneity and creativity of one's love