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I stand and stare in wide eyed, absolute amazement

Of her

She stands above me on a plane all her own and she toys with the stars and the constellations play with her hair.  And she’s beautiful up their drinking nebulas and not caring of mortal affairs.

Her eyes like galaxies and her body, time itself 

And she smiles at the planets she breathes life into

Her hair is made of the flowing tails of comets and she sails through the sky and crashes into my dreams.  Her smile is bright as the noon day sun and as calming as the twilight.  And I stand agape at her universal perfection out here, on my asteroid.  Tumbling through space as I tumble through life, going nowhere.