My ladyship, I will be your anchor.
Regardless of how turbulent you are
you will always be my exuberant star,
that emits romantic wavelengths from the light within my nebula,
imperceptible in the mundane skies of mortal-laden Terra.
I hope our connection won't explode like a supernova,
when this stellar romance is all over,
'cause my ability to exist will just corrode, implode,
and then I will automatically enter love sick mode,
because I lost the address to eternity's abode.