Her freckles thrown across her tan skin depict constellations

Telling thousand year old stories of gods and goddesses

The ones that once ruled the earth 

Their strength passed down through rays of moonlight shining through the partially closed blinds

It’s as if her body is a mirrored image of the abyss above,

The dark dots a spitting image to the twinkling globes 

And when she talked of her passions, her face would light up as if she were a firefly

Bright and full of joy

And her presence was as warm as a July bonfire

Surrounding you in all things light and comforting

Her brilliant mind as complex and confusing as an eclipse

Only showcasing the bright outside of herself and shielding the dark depths—at least for now

Your aura spoke to that part of her

You came to the conclusion that her love language is old myths of strong goddesses 

And shiny things that resemble the night sky when no clouds are near

She wanted nothing more then warm embraces under a clear night sky and for you to accompany her while she stares into the abyss

A beautiful revelation:

Finding someone who understands the deepest parts of our internal solar system

The twinkling globes shine despite the darkest,

A fascinating understanding of how hope always seems to shine through,

They’re a lightyear and a half away, 

and yet, they still present themselves to her

They mirror the turmoil present in her personal milky way

A beautiful tragedy of chaos that shines for all to see

Her fascination started with the freckled constellation on her arm,

The one that is a replica of her zodiac sign,

And it ends with the endless abyss that encapsulates 

Everything and nothing at the same time