You’ve been thanked many times over for enriching the soul and mind. For defining lives.
But, to me, science, you don’t just define me, you are me.
You’re the weight of my body, the sparks in my spine. The clouds in my molecules, you are the genes in my line.
You’re the screech of my expo, the smear on my plate, you’re the push of my pipette, and the Vmax of my rates.
You’re the tingle in my gut, when I see something smart, and when you show me something cool you’re the fire in my heart.
You’re my wonderlust, my ego, and my curiousness, too. I love me dearly, and so, science, baby, I love you.
Be my [valentine].