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Did he was caught as I was,
by the contrasting shades of your white skin,
your dark eyebrows and your red lips,
when Helmholtz formulated his theory of optical sensation ?

And did he saw in his dreams the oscillations
of a girls brown curly hair, as I still see yours,
when Hamilton recorded his dream in an operator form ?

And Omar Khayyams solutions of polynomial curves,
were they only inspired by the irregular shapes of tent canvas,
or did he secretly watched a girl in his tent,
naked, resting on her side,
with a silk linen following the lines of her waist, hip, breasts and shoulder,
the same way as I will always recall the form of your body ?

And a nose as fine and sharp as yours,
that proudly elongates from your high forehead,
this was perhaps the first and the most ideal one
of the elements that Euclid defined.

And further up from your nose I was always caught
by the spectral iridescence of your eyes,
when they shimmer, and your blue iris gets a tinge of green,
and for the first time I understood Lord Rayleigh
and how well his law of scatter describes the blue sky.

Was it a young student, softly walking through the Lyceum
that gave Aristotle the clue
how the interplay of gravity and tension
of a body such as yours
gives rise to the most harmonic motion ?

And should not Hertzsprung and Russel share parts of their fame with you,
and with your lush dark hair that sparkles in every candles light,
and that shows how the colors of millions of stars glaze the nocturnal sky

Did Charles de Coulomb sometimes also felt allured
to a young ambitious girl,
who wanted nothing more than discover the enigmas of electricity with him,
and soon concluded from their very own experience
that two bodies with opposing charge feel a mutually attracting force,
which I felt instantly but did not dared to tell you
after we met for the first time ?

Who better than Monsieur Gay-Lussac could describe the sound of your breath,
when your exhale with this long awaited relief
and with half-closed flickering eyelids,
when you lay sprawled out under me,
like after the final surrender, and I am still inside you,
and while there is nothing but physical interplay between our two bodies,
my occasional glance along your daydreaming face shows
how instantly this is all transformed into mere illusion.

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