The beauty of it all
Simply amazes me.
Admiration and appreciation of your physical being.
Not even touching upon your mental
or spiritual yet.
I admire you
As though I'm the artist and I sculpted you,
to the exact way I wanted you.
But I didn't make you
And I can't get past that.
You came unto me as that
And I praised the Lord
One figure I didn't have to change.
So I begin to chisel your mind
To find what your mental was made up of.
Your head was made up of stars
but no constellations were formed.
It was a black hole
******* in all knowledge
Leading to a galaxy
A perplexed galaxy
And I loved exploring it.
Visiting every star and discovering every planet.
I fell in love with your 9th , your sun.
It lead to your soul.
Your spirit.
Whatever you may call it.
And although you let me in for only a few seconds.
I followed your outline that led inwards
to comprehend that we met before.
Your flares felt familiar.
This was the next lifetime
And our chances were here.