First: before it all there was the tremor. Then came the blast, dilating creation, creating a void, ballooning viscous Time and its tangible seed, Matter, into a transient vast.
The attraction that condensed gas to matter had no name then. Motion was all, and motion had no understanding.
The attraction that formed matter into stars had no name because vocabulary limits.
The attraction that held orbits, billions upon billions in false order, gave birth to sentience, aware but unwary.
The attraction that draws me into you, again, again, again until the tremors presage the blast has a name.