The Chemistry of Romance or Lessons from Chemistry

In accordance with some law
Of chemistry and the
Natural balance of things
I’m afraid it’s quite clear
Though you are not the
Compounds of my change
You were, in fact
The catalyst

(What do I mean by things? Things of balance? Control? Of identity? Or beauty? Happiness? Friendship?)

Laws of chemistry dictate balance

Laws of chemistry require compounds

Laws of chemistry do not always need a catalyst

But a catalyst can speed the process up

This process of becoming something other

Two elements combining to form

Something entirely new

(What do I mean by process? Process of what? Elimination? Self-explanation? Transformation?)

Even considering this

Naming you my catalyst

I'm afraid I give you too much credit

Because I am still me

These compounds of change

Of beauty, happiness, or control

Were mine from the beginning

And you merely a reaction

With my natural state of being