I yearn love.
I look at her and see all of the universe centred in her.
I talk to her and hear the sweet collision of galaxies.
I feel her and the stars twinkle at my touch.
I love her and she tastes the star dust on my fingers.
It's pleasing to find the cosmos at an arms length,
and it's frightening at the same time,
the knowledge that everything could turn into nothing but a black hole,
Such that stretches and tears my soul apart.