Centres: the true rose

It’s perfectly logical, the constellations were all in place

Both set within, in motion,

Venus began her orbit, round and round and round,

Seems logical, too, being true love, naysayers arrived on scene then, in wake,

Seems I must talk logic to her heart, a summer rose in sunlight, smiling now in anxiety both,

It melts me in warmth

Then how does one talk logic, but as being only, her sight within the mirror?

And tho they tried to bind her in shades of illogical sorrow, forever, her true love’s truer than ever

My hearts set there, forever, there’s no denying her rose thru my mirror

If she loves me, then she loves my unconditional love and loves herself, and therefore accepts my unconditional love,

As a constellation might bloom, if I be summer,

I see it all, like those laws of math, make her the rose and me the petal, yet equal,

So, not being together, an imbalance, an error,

Logically balanced, g,

True love is bound together