I'll rearrange the stars,
Write your name among constellations.

I'll govern you a galaxy,
Colours beyond any spectrum.

I'll set off dying stars like fireworks,
Your eyes shine brighter than any nebula.

I'll smith you a corona,
A crown fit for you alone.

I'll chip away at the moon,
Until the shape resembles your smile.

To me,
You're more beautiful than space.

So let me make space,
Beautifully you.

-Tré