I love you like an eternally expanding universe seen with the clarity of a thousand Hubble telescopes your swirling galaxies artful nebula tranquil skies your solid core
I love you in molten tongues calling from the void two nuclear souls colliding every atom undone fused together to make one
I love you until the thread is cut my free-falling light so high on your atmosphere reshaped by your gravity a meteorite wish sweet ashes to your dust
*In Teutonic mythology, the soul is a star attached to the ceiling of the sky with a thread spun at birth by Fate, represented as an old crone. Fate cuts the thread at the end of a life and the soul falls, becoming a shooting star.