The Fourth Law

It's something apple-addled Newton
Might have thought that fateful day,
So ruthless is its symmetry. You tell
Us both you won't be mine, you can't,
And I have gone along while clearly
Saying I am yours, and you, now
Knowing that I am, take comfort
From possessing me. You wouldn't
Think of letting go, which means,
As Newton might have said, when
I made sure that I was yours, you
Also became mine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-14 at 23:13

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