A Soulmate for Sodium

Strong and important, essential to all life 

Number 11 on the table, silvery white

Seven  electrons  for  you  and  one  for  me,  your  wife

I have quite the passion as in water I ignite

 

My  dear  chlorine,  number  17,  I’m  afraid  our  spark  has  died

Set  me  on  fire,  you  do  not,  but  smell,  your  gas  does  a  lot  

You are dense as can be, and over your toxicity I have cried

Despite all these things, I cannot leave, and still you are my weak spot

 

Still  sometimes  I  wish  you  were  the  man:  the  best,  and  no  less  than 

The one with all the power, and perhaps less green

Our  love  may  not  be  bewitching  but  I  suppose  that  wasn’t  the  plan 

With  us,  life  is  comfortable,  and  I’m  glad  to  be  your  queen

 

All soulmates have their spats, but we have a service to sell

For this I hope to never part, as all the world loves its NaCl

 

 

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