She was like thunder;
a stormy wonder,
she had never been naive,
despite wearing her heart on her sleeve,

had the strength of a hurricane,
yet she was a leaf on the ground,
spinning around in the rain,
patiently hoping to be found

And he was the matching summer breeze,
his love filling the seven seas,
with a mind as complex as socrates’,
he could make her feel at ease

And together they made up a galaxy,
united in the centre of gravity,
and while it wasn’t perfect harmony
they founded their own little family

Because isn’t an implosive supernova
the most beautiful state of a star
and the reason why we’re made of its dust,
causing ‘star-blessed’ lovers to trust?

—  // universe