Gentle, beautiful soul, my mind sings for you. Tender, brilliant heart, my hands ache for you. Sweet, strong, open face, my heart breaks for you.
And while a million flecks of silver dance about you all the time, and light seems to shine in minute and dazzling tiny pin pricks everywhere you go, you are only a wonderful breath of fresh air, and a flattering reflection of my intoxicating love of the universe.
This universe is no man’s. It is a vast expanse of space and time.
I’m am happy when the stars collide and send sparks in all directions. It’s so beautiful to see. I am not stupid enough, or foolish enough to imagine that I have a meaningul vote in the comings and goings of the cosmos. My voice is unheard in the vacuum of space.
Alight, and be free. Set forth on your glorious wings and fly. Be free.
May your heart thrive, and grow strong. My your spirit soar. May you receive everything you ever wanted and more. More. So much more.
I love you. And nothing will ever shake my fierce, socialist, polyamorous, bisexual, musical, idealistic appreciation for the wonder, and mystery of you.