A molecular modeler to his beloved (medicinal chemist)

With all apologies to W. B. Yeats

Original: "I BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams;
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-gray sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams
I bring you my passionate rhyme." Corrupted: "I BRING you with reverent hands Bioactive among my numberless conformations Unstrained structures that my protein has worn As the slide showcases the top-ranked ligands, And with common sense more than docking score                              That is scraped from the muddy waters of sampling Ascendant among my numberless failures You better now hand me my dime."