Black Hole Love
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* a follow up to my sonnet - To Love Her
"We sail through endless skies..."
Each night the voice I hear inside my brain
grows weaker as our destination nears.
She beckons with a siren's sweet refrain
allaying any cause I have for fear.
A planet caravan conducts the quest
along the Milky Way's vast outer rim.
So many worlds to search has left us stressed
and wond'ring if my dreams are just a whim.
Yet deep within my heart I know she's real
and somewhere here within this great expanse.
The universe and I thus made a deal-
my soul for one last chance at true romance.
Imagine my surprise and sorrowed tears
on finding she's been dead ten thousand years.
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