Angel

You are the algebra to my movements
A simple scientific study
A requested calculation of my future
A prediction of what’s coming
A rare gem stone unattainable
That resurfaced in a light year
Like the big bang uncertain
She’s an angel
Life could be a widow bite
Should I trust this?
Frost on the window a dust smudge
A pea to a pod
Can I trust this?
Sun dials resemble Pinocchio in moon light
Hour glasses left right
Relativity is algebra
Is she dark bright
My heart tells me she’s a sorcerer
Love is a potion
An ever lasting formula