He clings to
romantic planetary ideologies
an extrahuman love external to mans vulnerable heart
external to the home that holds those hearts 
he is as distorted as Mercurys liquid iron core, waning heart 
shrinking at the same rate as Mercurys crust
can he not settle for a love as human as himself?
even knowing that a variable “her” is still constructed of stardust
an organic structure composed of the same planetary fragments he adores
an elucidated depiction of the universe 
but one whom he is able to hold.