Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear’d to hapless Semele:
More lovely than the monarch of the sky     
In wanton Arethusa’s azured arms:
And none but thou shalt be my paramour.

As time passes by
I keep falling for you harder
like the rain falling to the ground on monsoon
pouring its love all around
As I frantically try to reach back for a parachute
to slow down my fall
I realize that I don't have one,
And that I cannot stop falling for you.
- ©M

She is like the Sun
Her gravity pulls you in
So close
that you burn in her magnificence
Now you find yourself
rotating in her orbit
For there is no star like her
No fire hotter
No gravitational pull stronger
She is your sun
She is your life
And when her fire dies out
You want to be ****** in to her black hole
along with everything else around her.
-©M