Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Love Song of C. Robert Darwin

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art fitter, and more fertile.
Thy dark and wide-set eyes are characteristically
female traits, and therefore attract me to thee
as a potential mother. Thy shining red gold
hair is a phenotype arising from a recessive
gene, and consequently appeals to my innate
drive to diversify my family's stock
on a subconscious but profound level,
but your typically northern European
features are familiar, and therefore do not
trigger within me an aggressive response, as
to an outsider. Thy secondary and tertiary
sexual characteristics illogically but inexorably
persuade me that you are physically capable
of ensuring the survival of our hypothetical
offspring, while thy waist-to-hip ratio is
near ideal for child bearing. Oh dearest,
do be mine! At least until you are
no longer of reproductive age.

"O Lieb', O Liebe!
So golden schön
Wie Morgenwolken
Auf jehnen Höhn!"

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