Bismuth

I don't know where this force began Perhaps it once was weak Perhaps she's fission with no plan Destructive, fierce, unique

Or maybe she's a covalent bond Generous with all she is She shares herself then carries on A stable force of mine for years

My love is not a benzene ring Though she, at least, is sweet If volatility is a passionate thing A calmer love, from her, a treat

My love may be an alloy, true The hardest thing of all But when I laugh and I kiss her askew She'll melt beneath it all

My love is bismuth, through and through Sharp edges, glow abound A feather touch or she'll split in two A rare and precious compound