The Astronomical Formality

of Love in Space

 

 

 

Dear Sun,

 

                  The side to everything

    That’s bright I’ve yet to see;

And yet with hope and joy I sing

    This gift shall come to me.

Each night I sing my heart’s refrain:

    May your love touch me soon.

Until that sweet day

 

                                     I remain,

 

                             The Dark Side of the Moon

 

 

Dear Dark Side,

 

                         Thank you for the note;

    It’s sweet of you to write.

Especially since I know you wrote

    It in the dark of night.

But most, I thank you for the song

    —And so I sing you one:

To those who love, comes love erelong.

 

                                      With warm regards,

 

                                                            The Sun

 

 

Fair Venus,

 

                  You mean more to me

    Than every distant star.

I’ve worshipped you eternally,

    And your love, from afar.

And I would give you everything:

    Though breaks the pretty pattern,

I hereby pledge you my best ring.

                                                    

                                         Your faithful planet,

 

                                                                Saturn

 

 

Dear Saturn,

 

                                I am in receipt                         

    Of your late kind proposal.

I read with joy your words so sweet;

    My love’s at your disposal.

Each night your face is all I see;

    Though distance comes between us,

My wish is that someday I’ll be

 

                                     At  your convenience,

 

                                                                  Venus

 

 

Ms. Neptune,

 

                      I trust you’ll forgive

    My cordiality,

To thus convey my heart would live

    Within your solar sea.

Cold reserve, love, cannot win;

    My heart will not be mute—Oh,

Cast your net and haul me in;

     I’m yours,

                                                                      

                                             Sincerely,

 

                                                                Pluto

 

 

Kind Pluto,

 

                           You are very nice;

    I so admire your form;

And, though your surface is of ice,

    I see your heart is warm.

Into my net, upon Love’s sea,

    I trust your heart be swept soon.

Until such time consider me

    As

 

                                     Yours in good trust,

 

                                                             Neptune 

 

 

Uranus,

 

                      When your face is full

    Mine irresistibly

Is drawn, how can it not for pull

    Of your sweet gravity?

Might it not be that your strong love

    With my love does concur?

I wait your answer from above.

 

                                                 Yours truly,

 

                                                               Jupiter

 

 

Dear Jupiter,

 

                                    Your ardent size

    Does flush your pallid face;

Yet I am moved to note your sighs

    And heart have kept apace.

Should your love grow, as mine has done,

    Could all of space contain us?

And would we not outshine the sun?

 

                                              With due respect,

 

                                                               Uranus

 

 

Fair Mercury

 

                            I wonder, space,

    In all its cold degree,

Can yield the splendor of your face

    —Yet keep your love from me.

Close consort are you of the Sun,

    And dearer than the stars;

Yet, how I wish you nearer one:

   To

 

                                             Yours sincerely,

 

                                                                  Mars

 

 

Sir Mars,

 

                       Oh, might I not surmise

    Your redness hints of love?

That all your blood within you lies

    In your sweet eye above?

And might my dreams be not amiss

    That you are courting me?

And might mine eyes still feel your kiss

 

                                                     In closing?

 

                                                               Mercury

 

 

To all,

 

                 Within my fond embrace,

    I wish you all the best.

Please know I press each loving face

    Thus sweetly to my breast.

Drink well the milk of love that flows,

    And deep; and for my pay,

Think but of me in your repose.

 

                                                     I am,

 

                                                    The Milky Way

 

 

Dear child,

 

                    Of Heaven’s bodies all,

    Your face is sweetest yet;

Your countenance does me enthrall,

    All blessings does beget.

Shine, shine forth for all to see;

    For all to be thus awed.

But shine, I’ll come, and ever be,

    Earth,

 

                                         Yours in good faith,

 

                                                                      God