First light I see when I close my eyes is you. You burn as bright and as gentle as the moon. Your soul is knitted from a thousand stars, forged with careful hands, smile dipped in silver and gold. Your eyes hold galaxies; let me roam the long-forgotten kingdoms you hold.
I am the sun. I sting and I burn, but you soften my touch. You smooth down my rough edges and kiss the cracked open wounds. My goddess, you shield me from harm. To you I run, to you I escape. And as the night falls, I fall. As the seasons change, and the night comes closer, my powers cease. I fall harder, faster. I crash upon impact and burn, yet I only melt when I am with you. Compared to strangers, I am a forest fire; compared to you, I am merely a candle with a soft glow.
"One, two, three." I love you. I want you. I need you.
"Three, two, one." I see you. I understand you. I cherish you.
I will seize every moment of your time. A clock cannot tell me how much of it I need. A month is not enough and forever might be too much, yet I find myself lost in the abyss that is your essence for all of eternity. The construct of time humanity created doesn't apply to us. You, my goddess, are timeless. And I, a mere star in the galaxy, want to worship you the way you should have been worshiped from the beginning.
I know I cannot glue you together for my hands shake and my feet stumble at each step. I know I cannot heal everything humanity troubled you with. Do appreciate my efforts, goddess. Because I would not die for you, for that is too easy. Because I would live for you, for that is a harder task.
