Some girls were stars,
But she was the universe
I wanted my hand in hers
Her glow was that of comets
And her heart was the sun
Her light you could never outrun
The Big Bang occurred in my heart
And instead of galaxies there was love
Through the universe my heart was shoved
She was light-years of work
I couldn't stop thinking of her face
But what remains in my hand is space
This is what my work looks like when done at 4 AM.