9.8 meters per second squared

A voice of an angel in that measured cadence.

Like a piano that plays melody in midnight silence.

It felt a year, when you are a minute with me.

It was an hour, but felt like eternity.

Golden they were, everything you said. 

Dark clouds seem to vanish over my head.

Nails begin to melt and roses start to grow.

Like Bluebells that blossom in the cold thick snow.

Once you were just a stranger to me,

But your existence captured my entity.

You have slipped under my skin, invaded my heart. 

I like you, beyond the dimensions of science and art.

But you are hard to get, like a princess in a dungeon. 

Locked in a chamber, guarded by a dragon.

But im the prince armed with a pen and paper

And im on a quest, to be with you forever.

Now I know what you have become of me.

You pacified my woe and melancholy.

Falling really fast, now I am scared.

9.8 meters per second squared.

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