She heats, lights up my desires, her nuclear reaction, lights me on fire.
Though she's 170,000, light years away, still her beauty, lights up my day.
She,s cosmic, of intense proportion, pure powers, her loving explosion.
And even though the universe, lives in times grace, no beauty can compare, with the light of your face.
Though you,ve lived, billions of years, in a twinkle of an eye, you die my dear.
By Donald L Holmes
