Gravity

She is Venus. I'm the sun. That's simply
How it has to be. She lives a life of joyless
Toil, never laughs. She rarely speaks,
And, trapped beneath her clouds of gloom,
She sees herself. She can't see me,
Though she's aware that I am near,
The constant light and warmth, the love,
Expressed, without which she would freeze,
And, thus, we pull upon each other,
Circling, both of us in need. She is Venus.
I'm the sun. That's how it has to be.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-06 at 12:48

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