A New Poem

There are magnets in your eyes, I swear.
And mine are made of metal.
The pull unsteadies me.
I rebel a little, then drag toward you
while you stand fixed
making yourself the center of your own
emotional gravitation.
You mouth the words,
“I love you”
and your inexorable influence grows
so that no repulsion occurs
and I crash into your open arms.
How you bend the laws of Science for your cause!