To My Lilyan

When logic's cold equations ruled my day,

And wheels of industry became my art,

Your presence taught my measured heart to sway,

And planted roses in my steel-bound heart.

The rhythm of your laughter,pure and clear,

Could tune my soul more than a perfect strain;

Your patient eyes dissolved my every fear,

And turned my calculated losses gain.

No more I count the minutes as they flee,

Nor bind our bond with efficiency's chain;

For in your gaze,time finds its melody,

And life transcends its utilitarian reign.

So let the engines roar, the currents flow—

My greatest truth is what I learn from you.

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