Honey,
you'll always be
precious to me.
I see
how we
fit perfectly.

The heat
exchanged between
our bodies
generates enough energy
to support the universe.
We are the gravity
of our Milky Way.

Constellations concentrate,
emulate,
imitate
our shape.
A pattern worthy to create
for all to see.
Outlining our bodies
then painting
our figure in the sky.

Leaving a trace
for others to gaze.
Astronomers will say:
“look how they blaze;
burn bright,
illuminating the night”.

Shedding light
to guide
those striving
and fighting
to find
the kind of love we found.

How lucky we are,
and fortunate to be.
Honey,
you'll always be
precious to me.