Depressed Poems or whatever it might be

9

For the constellations of your skin to brush against the earth of mine,
I would swim the seas a thousand times.
And for your eternal presence in the galaxy I dwell,
I'll fuse the planets for your home.
To earn your warm gaze on my scarred arms,
I'll wait decades for your return.
With you I can build castles,
And empires to roam.