Forget about Newton, Einstein and All That
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“Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.” 5.1.34
Who cares about infinity of space,
If space is infinite? The mind may think
About that measure-less-ness and then race
To comprehend it. Minds may find a chink
In this galactic endlessness the way
A moth might try to hit upon a path
To distant galaxies, but hearts will sway
To thoughts of time, Romeo’s type of math
The spirit sings along with. April rain
Makes melody in afternoons that soul
Desires. It wants the songs of lovers’ reign.
We want eternal love and lovers’ goal.
Space doesn’t matter. Only time is ours.
We want the cosmos filled with loving hours.
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