I love thee like Pluto loves the Sun,
Admiring thy fiery splendor from afar,
Beholding the wonder that is thee,
From a distance of miles, knowing
That a step closer could get me scalded.
In my head, I'm like Mercury, nearer
To thee than I shall ever really dare to be,
Radiating in thy glowing warmth,
Whispering cosmic secrets to thee.
But, then again, that's only in my dreams.
I saw a shooting star yesterday,
And pressed a wish upon its flashing tail.
I hoped, that someday, I could gather
The nerve to come a little closer,
But for now, I'll stick to to this aching distance.
I'm scared that I'll burn if I dare near,
Thy magnificent presence, so here I'll remain.
And I know I've been saying thee
Rather than you. That's just my way
Of showing that thou art a cut above the rest.
But, till thou doth lift thy doe-like eyes,
And cast thy gaze on my lowly person,
I shall content myself with this,
This painful yearning, distant gaze,
And love thee like Pluto does the Sun.