Real Gravity

I gravitate to you

like a lonely satellite
encircling your
body

A grateful prisoner
to the force
you generate

Round and round

Slow steady rotation

Motion of descent

Orbits do degrade

diminishing themselves

imperceptibly every day
to the source of attraction,

Driven by 
magnetic distraction

This is our fate

Our relationship
destined to crash

Cosmic collisions

Star dust demolition

Time triumphs

ALWAYS