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Your eyes, my beloved, are like twin stars blazing with light

because they remind me of two fusing masses of hydrogen

whirling around a common barycenter, alone in the night

Countless ages hence, their fuel spent, tired, they'll then

spiral inward, final fate decided by the Chandrasekhar limit

(Black holes, I hope  because massive stars sparkle like your wit)

Darling my heart doesn't burn for thee—because that's utterly impossible, it's too soggy to ignite. I mean possibly you could dry it out or something but I'd be long past being 'me' at this stage, so saying it is my heart is a bit—Though it is not beyond imagining that some psychosomatic increase in core temp might be possible due to intense affect, love and whatnot. Hm. I'm not sure the heart would be affected... possibly? We may be looking at an increase of as much as one or two degrees centigrade, in extremis. So, really, darling, my heart's temperature is slightly elevated for thee. Possibly. Obviously the cardiac muscle doesn't react like any other in the body but, on the balance of things and what with the zeroth law of thermodynamics, and all, I'm fairly sure that if I were to determine my body temperature using the axilliary method, say, I would register an increase which must translate to a suitable increase in all applicable tissues including the cardiac. With... 80% confidence, I should think. Obviously an experiment would be difficult. Well. Fatal, most likely.