Lover's Spite

Am I to believe?
That we share no weave
And to displease
No, I shall try to appease

Thy love is Tempest growing
Unfathomable in depth and still ever flowing
Relentless and everlasting
Withheld and contrasting
Thy love to mine.

When I track orbits
I cannot help but notice
How similar our love lies
Within the depths of Stars
Within the eyes of Ares

Thy the Sun
I the Lonely Planet
That basks in thy splendor
Forever

As you move your silent path
Through the darkness of the galaxy
I follow, around you
Fixed in orbit

Thy my navigator
Through the shadows of time
Together navigating
The rivers sublime

As we spin in a cosmic ballet
We meet eye to eye
Sour in departure
Pleasant in meeting

As we move on
Into the eye
We grow closer
Never changing despite
All that may come between us.

- Nikhil K