Experience is the mama of science

Today is my birthday. Last night, M. presented me with a poem - the first and only attempt he's made at poetry-writing. To his credit, it seems he's absorbed a lot from the poetry (equal shares mine and not-mine) I've let him in on in the little over a year we've been together - it was really rather good! It warms the cockles of my heart truly to find that it is possible to win over a not-poet