The Brain Didn't Get the Memo.

Being yours has given me wings,
And now my heart burns, and my soul sings.
I shot up to space upon this precarious rocket,
Reaching the moon, and finding you in my locket.
As I began to tumble back to earth,
I fell, learning that One is not half of two,
Rather Two are halves of one.
Falling, I fell every which way for you.