ISON love.

This was one the most intense relationships I had been in, around the time of comet ISON.

To many, we must seem a frightful pair;
Caught in love’s comet, skidding past the sun,
Admonished as an immature affair
When passing others in our reckless run.
But you and I are certain of the pace
That love requires, just as comets know
To trust their blazing paths above in space;
Immune to all the auguries below.
For many astral bodies have been brought
To ruin by the long, gradual bend
Of gravity that larger planets wrought
When speed would liberate them from such end.
Our love, though sudden, is no falling star,
We simply trust the rush in what we are.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A lovely, flawless write! Your poetry flows with a powerful, new energy that leaves me wanting to read more.

[Vanesa Markovic]

This is rather lovely, enjoy the rush!