In this world that we have built together,
the freckles on your back make up constellations.
I have never seen anything so beautiful
as the nebulae that grew out of your eyes,
where the pigments collide and create even more expansive cosmic designs.
You are time and space, and I am but a traveler.
I will never be able to reach the end of you,
for I could never truly understand you.
Even after years of study, there will still be things that I do not understand, because you are a mystery and I like that about you.