Infatuation: The Coloratura Cosmos
Since you became my high-pitched sun, my world
Describes its measured path through melody;
The score of space is decorated, swirled
By comets in orchestral harmony
With spiral galaxies. The silent trees
Break out with star-like chords along the bough
While vernal tides inside my heart, like seas
Involved with some bel canto moon, endow
My nights with shining waves of symphony.
A twilight, pale as counter tenor notes,
Completes each evening, and no minor key
Intrudes where Venus like a bright trope floats.
..I am become a lyric planet, Love;
….My orbit is composed by you above.