The Galaxy of your Love
There are unknown constellations
within my skin. Scientists proclaimed
they’ve never seen a puzzling pattern
“quite rare in it’s phosphorescence!”
they exclaimed. They didn’t know
I’d like to show but-
how do I explain you feed me the stars?
How to reveal there’s a whole galaxy
at the back of my hands, you painted them
exquisitely, like no one has ever seen
How do I tell the story of how you collect
the air and- breathe in me of beauty?
They would like to learn
where you witnessed what you discovered
How you did what you’ve done.
I stand up with full confidence as I say;
“You won’t fathom his struggles
to convince the stars to live with me
endlessly following the air to-
breathe in me the beauty of life.
Your mind will blow as to how
he timelessly wait for the universe to
showcase it’s beauty. His eyes fixed for
three lifetimes. Making sure he
never missed a detail.
So yeah! You will never be able to
see what he saw, do what he did
because to master that
you will first need to-
love only me. More importantly,
be loved in return but
I don’t think I have the command to
love anyone the way, I loved him…