My Uncle spoke of your temper, an emission of cosmic proportion
He said women like you are a pent up volcano waiting to erupt
that you are desolate planetoids to be approached with precaution
He warned of your dormant fire, ready to rupture and disrupt.
My uncle told me to stay away from women like you 
because you come carrying huge planets on your back 
He warned about your bags of continents I would have to unpack 
with secrets to explore and a trail of spiky asteroids on your track
He said women who wield galaxies cannot be tamed, 
They are constellations of scars, their hearts are maimed. 
they are the reason worlds collide and dimensions bend, 
a fusion of impossible realities, a voyage without end. 
Each step you take leaves stardust in your wake, 
Traversing realms unknown, a cosmic path of terror you make.
A supernova of strength, a force too vast for any man to grasp, 
My Uncle saw in you a void in space, he called you a sting of an alien wasp.
He warned of cosmic storms swirling in your core
an extraterrestrial plague that would leave me sore
my Uncle's cautions echo, an undying diminuendo from afar
"Beware of celestial wonders that hide the bizarre."