“𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲...“

I’ve fallen for you so many times that I believe gravity knows me by name.

If Issac Newton were still alive, he would ask of my discoveries, and I would tell him apples are nothing compared to me.

If I had to explain the constant pull of me towards you, I’d name it F = G* (m1 * m2) / r², and I would finally have spoken scientifically enough to be considered a genius.

The Sun would become spiteful with envy, no amount of planets in orbit could compare to the attraction of you to me.

With you, I’d become the fifth force of nature, and gravity would be nothing compared to us. I would be unsperable from you, and you would finally be mine.

Me and you would make gravity look like it was simply a breeze of wind.