My Universe, you’re big, confusing, and old
And how I love the way you expand and fight,
Too violent and massive to be controlled,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Let me confess you are a beautiful hunt
You are more revered, lovely and grand.
Sometimes you are too grandly affront,
And sometimes too cruel and out of hand.
How I love you? There are too many ways.
I love your aesthetic stars, and Milky Way arms.
Thinking of your large arms fills my days.
My love is expansive because of your charm.
Now I watch your sky’s open stars,
With wide eyes and an open mouth ajar.