Natural Beauty

Finding the words for her Is torture Nothing ever comes close My best comparison is Standing at the summit of a mountain  Looking out into the beauty  Of the wilderness  for a moment you get a notion  Of Just how small you are  How your happiness  is the last thing  this universe should  care about

Shakespeare and Newton

How is it We always come back to this… As if our love was written To Shakespearean script Forbidden and stupid Starcrossed and twisted Existing only in friction We are a mess of affection And affliction Magnetic only because Of our opposite energies Our elements react unpredictability Exposing our chemistry Only for us to always