You were ample in December,
I adored you in the dark but in the morning we'd forget that we had arrows in our hearts.
In the summer I was solemn,
I remember in my dreams I picked myself in two 'till mid to late September at the seams.
You were stunning in October,
I just sat there in your car, you had a glare born of rebel diamonds cut out of the stars.
You've a field that ruptures insides, but never leaves a scar,
and a gravity that rivals Jupiter.