Love ℰ Gravity
Fooled by fate,Against by time.Love that has no future,But bore a fruit.He was past,And thought of gravity.She was present,And played cello.They met whenThey were yet to sprout.Love blossomedAlong with themA fruit grewAnd its named Margery.A family of three Was forced to breakSeparated by fate, time, As well as science.Albeit remembered by love.Sweet yet so bitter and achingly painful.