She is my Universe

I’d give the planets for the way she rubs her eyes in the morning and looks at me,
and the Sun for the smile that comes next.
If you asked me to carry the weight of the Earth to see her laugh again, I’d take it
and the Moon too.
Her kisses are comets, dropping by my space in the cosmos
once in a while to light up my world, and gone again in a flash.
She is my world. She means more than the universe to me.