My hypothesis was correct, but the precautions were wrong,
The hearts have collided, where bonds do not belong.
Transcending every test tube, enduring the Bunsen flame,
Even with shattered beakers, the molecule remains the same.
A decrease in temperature, is directly proportional to loneliness and depression,
Where as an increase, results in an overwhelming compassion.
With an oxidation of zero, you'll experience absolute saudade,
Increase its relativity, and it clings like the properties of clay.
My analysis has completed, my conclusion shall be brief,
To remove an electron from it's dependents, the molecule of love will grief.

~Tremar Ivey~

[Versification entry 'Analysis']