From where do simplicity and ease <br />In the movement of heavenly bodies derive? <br /> It is precision. <br /> Sun is never late to rise upon the Earth, <br /> Moon is never late to cause the tides, <br /> Earth is never late to greet the Sun and the Moon; <br />Thus accidents are not accidents <br />But precise arrivals at the wrong right time. <br /> Love is almost never simple; <br /> Too often, feelings arrive too soon, <br /> Waiting for thoughts that often come too late. <br /> I wanted too, to be simple and precise <br /> Like the Sun, <br /> Like the Moon, <br /> Like the Earth <br />But the Earth was booked <br />Billions of years in advance; <br />Designed to meet all desires, <br />All arrivals, all sunrises, all sunsets, <br /> All departures, <br /> So I will have to be a little bit late.<br /><br />Dejan Stojanovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-late-2/
