You never quite understood my passion

for the universe

Brushing off my musings of

the vastness of the moon and the light

of the stars as mere childlike intrigue

Until one night I held your

hand and said,

"You know how much I love the

moon? Well I love you even more."

You shook your head in slow

protest as I continued assuredly,

"Because the moon is bright

and breathtaking but 

the moon does not know my favorite

songs, the reasoning behind

my constant apologizing, or how to hold me.

I love you so much more because

Your body was sculpted by The Creator

of my beloved heavens and

our minds fit together like pieces of a puzzle."

You are my constant, my guiding

light, my moon.