Love In Space - A Sort of Poem

How old is the earth?

It has existed for four point five billion years.

Thats over one trillion six hundred fifty-eight billion one hundred ninety-five million days. 

That means there has been at least one point six trillion sunsets at any given position on this planet.

Yet in all of those sunsets, there has never been a sight of beauty that has compared to you. 

Where those sunsets occurred, there naturally followed a sunrise.

And in that rising light, carving through the darkness, there has never been anything to compare to the light you radiate.

It is in those sunrises that I have left on this planet, that every morning I want to wake up and see your face beside me.

It is in the remaining sunsets that I have left that you are the one I want to embrace in my arms as we drift to sleep, perchance to dream of only more sunrises together.

Time is fleeting, my love.

We have such a finite amount in the grander scheme of the universe, but all that I have left, I wish only to spend it with you.

Except you are a bit annoying and you did nag me to put up that shelf, so it probably won't work out. 

I will get my coat.