Ah, dear universe. If only you could slow your pace to a crawl. Then all would be mezmorized even more so than those of such brilliance as you. The difference is that they walk to their destination and you pant because of the energy wasted. Stars explode and become a black hole. Your love is now dead. You tire because of the things that make us gawk in awe and wonder. You feel alive once more and smile. An explosion occurs and no one couldve realized  that the super nova of a cluster of stars could be so myriadly beautiful. Colors upon pastel and cyrilics and water paints. The pungent array spreads far and wide, seeping into the dark void that wishes to be filled. When that expanse is quenched, it explodes yet again and again. The same material as before explodes and is revived. You are the universe that I want to die with, alone in this dark expanse. Never ceasing will my want be and my jealousy. All the stars and the nebulae could never seem more astonishing to my senses as you! Ah, but if this love should slow to a crawl and stay that way forever, may all those who look upon you stay a moment's worth, and smile at your array of stars. I love you. Now live and never again explode and become that black whole that feels so alone in the dark expanse of the cosmos. I love you. So no matter what, notice my smile and reflect it once and a while. Brighter than any sun shall you be, if all you do is look at me, and see what I'm trying to provide. I may be a dwarf whit star compared to you, but your still in bloom, being A nebulae of numerous and wonderful heavens. I love you. Never forget that.