Sonnet 3 (Orbit)

falling always hurts or so they say

and I fell hard the instant that we kissed

and yet we were so high that winter’s day

we fell beyond the world and into bliss

 

in orbit all is calm and beautiful

and yet you find you’re falling faster still

as beauty spins below, immense and full

you see what lies ahead and feel a thrill

 

for Gillian is Best and Beautiful

another year will simply prove this true

my heart and soul remain under your rule

a dance; a joy familiar and new

 

for if, like us, you fall both fast and high

in orbit you will race across the sky

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