Your Scientific Crooning Has Me Swooning Comments

The old thixotrophy got me sliding about all over the place before my admiration for you as a poet finally sunk in! Your headache's are simply a desire to be a greater poet. Prescription: Larger Christmas stockings and the finest banquet children could ever desire. {}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{} Good thoughts to this poem that were well thought out, it kinda becomes a forced statement to the reader especially if male, who cannot help but to put themselves in your place as you wrote it. Especially like the medical terms, that become reasoning to the scientific love conundrum you are writing about......

Awesome! .................