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For him, love’s just profit and cost,
entries found and entries lost.
It’s debit, credit, balance clear,
a closing stock at fiscal year.
For me, love’s a strong hydrogen bond,
forces unseen but holding on.
A projectile’s curve, a vector’s bend,
a limit I solve but can’t defend.
Two lessons written, same old theme —
his love’s a balance, mine’s a dream.
Two ways to measure what we miss —
he counts in ledgers, I solve like this.
