I can't seem to find the correct words to describe how small and timid I feel when I think about your inmense entity: such a flawless performer, made of a beautiful set of stars that can't stop swaying to the beat of your unpredictable motion, so big and outstanding. It's as if just seeing you doing a simple demostration of yourself causes a supernova in your wake, and oh i'm always near it. I can't seem to get away from such catastrophic but astounding displays...
That's the most acceptable description I have resoluted myself. You could cause a planetary collision with such soft movements, without even meaning to. You still don't get how many realities your two hands only can hold; it's incredible to me, how much you can get out of the whole nothingness by your whimsical, but affectionate needs of the moment.
I wish these words were enough to express some of my wonder, and please I hope you know that being a spectator of such brilliance keeps me glowing and inspired to the core. I hope you don't mind my adoring words too much these days: it's just that every time I think I finally got to know every side of you by being patient and attentive, you approach me with a new discovery. You never fail to amaze me with every side of you, no matter how much you collapse and reborn again and again..
Because that's what being the universe may feel like, right? But just so you know, you should never feel alone in such vast infinite. Remember that this shy astronomer will always be there for you, even if my outstretched arms can't contain yourself and all of your galaxies, stars, planets and asteroids.
I hope that the love in my words and my actions feel grand enough for you. That's my only selfish wish I have every night when I think about you before drifting to sleep.