Acatalepsy

Charged particles

You and I

An electric current when we touch

Creating a force

A moving charge

Pulls us closer

A governing

Being held in your eyes

We reach symmetry

With touching lips

A magnetic moment

Probability, over ruled

Incomprehensibleness

Holds no apprehension

A vertex function

Forms factors

Nature knows nothing

Of predictability

Only

Truth in the stars

Dictates we collide