As when the tuning fork and string vibrate
As one, or eyes meet when first lovers realise
They are in love and cry in shared surprise,
Behold a harmony to celebrate.
Something of grace, perfection, effortless,
As flesh and muscle unleash without strain
And nerves fire pyrotechnics through the brain
Saluting both the power and the finesse.
See gravity's parabola. Watch in awe
The rise and fall that passion brought to be,
The vectors of divine geometry,
The line none but an eagle's quill could draw.
The vacant hollow gapes. Your ball's descent
As dazzling as an angel, heaven-sent.