You illuminate inside my somber thoughts as you twinkle every nanosecond, my flaming star. And as you'll ran out of nuclear fuel, and burst inside the galaxy, I'll make sure that I'll catch every stardusts just for you to shine again.
I'll weep every minute just for the sun to evaporate my tears, and condense it into bodiless and ethereal clouds, for me to conceal you every night, my sanguine moon. Even if you'll leave me afterwards, I'll still wait for your return.
Even if I will be breathless, I'll give you every remaining carbon dioxide inside my body just for you to blossom with your aesthetic petals, my ravishing flower. And even if you will use that to attract other butterflies, I'll always be your bee that will polinate every piece of you.
I'll become the saline Iodine for you, my Yttrium, my Oxygen, and my Uranium. It's for us to form the most faultless chemisty, with elemental symbols "YOU" and "I". And even if you'll explode with the strongest atomic bomb, I'll breathe in your dusts until I'll suffocate.
Even if other people will not believe you like how I do, and even if sometimes, you are hard to understand, you'll still be my science, whom I used to love, and forever will.