We are of two different worlds,
You and I.
Polar opposites on the planet of intelligence,
We are at different ends of the spectrum of life.
Separate galaxies, light-years apart.

But like any two masses, we attract each other,
I know it.
Such is life – where two objects become one beautiful singularity,
And where time should have no meaning, and there is no distance.

Why can’t we have that?
Am I wrong, or are my calculations accurate?
Our two dimensions (mine somewhat skewed, yours immaculate)
Could blend together to create a harmonious cosmos.



I am inhumanly far from your elegance.



You are truly a star in your own right.
But how much brighter things would be,
If you would but collide with me
Sewing together in the fabric of space a nova of passion.