Sea of Dirac

In a sea of positively charged electrons, he swims
To the origin of symmetry, where loneliness is a blessing in disguise

In concentric circles with radii R and r, he runs
To a circular logic that never fails to amuse, and to amuse you, he would

To you, he is square, like a rhombus
To him, you are round, like a fat possum
(But does he care?)

"So, what use is a mole of sodium ions to me?” you ask
"So that you know, my luv, how much to titrate", he says

When you say phenolphthalein, he says:
I'll love you more if you can spell it
When you say second-order correlation, he says:
I'll kiss you there if you can plot it

Let him see you without your glasses
Where your true nakedness lies
Where the color of your soul shines
And the glare from the computer screen would not blind