You are the magnet that pulls me inside your arms,
The attraction that repels my rejections.
The rose that ripens my strength,
The flower that blossoms joy in my heart,
As the gravity pulls to the ground,
So far as you pulls me towards your lips,
And gravity you resisteth,
Pulling your strength of induction,
Accelerating my heart with of gravity,
As renamed of angels with that work of perfection.