The physics of love

like surfing a comet
in such a frictionless state we are thought experiments in Schrodinger's sanctuary, simultaneously alive and dead, both and neither, statistically speaking. let us out of the box to end the mystery; measure our true state at your peril and ours.
novices idealize its positions, velocities, accelerations of different centers of mass. meanwhile the conservation of momentum, the history of trajectories of particles in collision, demonstrates the superiority of this calculus over that algebra.
thermodynamics describes expanding heat, rising but then entropy, entropy, entropy.
electrodynamics binds the electric and magnetic through which polar opposites make sparks fly.
the strong nuclear force, with its companion forces bind mortal matter but what of orbits around her sun -- so many planets rocky, major and minor alike -- or the satellites, some perhaps hospitable to life. i'll run rings around ya, fella. and leave a glittering spray in passing.
to me this is all ten dimensional string theory. what else could unify Cupid's quantum and classical mechanics? really, Einstein, what could create the a black hole at the center of my galaxy, the really big bang whose aftermath leaves a telltale trail of radiation across the background of your unknown universe? what else could warp spacetime across years of light and darkness?
she is our specific gravity without which we'd fly hurtling off into space.
a quantity neither created nor destroyed Just try to measure. There are no units.