While the shooting stars burn and galaxies turn, The centre of my universe is you. Sub-nuclear physics can do you some harm, But even the lowliest quark has its charm. And it's playing a serenade to you. They say that love makes the world go round, But science says, it ain't so. Human behaviour is a curious thing.
Hormonal disturbance can make our moods swings.
Our lives can be bent, by a childhood event, But the core of my being is you. But it reaches perfection in you.