We Can Drill Holes on Mars, but I Can't Even

The Hubble's great eye has got nothing on yours.

I stargaze, and daydream of giving you tours

Of binary stars, dancing eons as two;

Of black holes, with the power that draws me to you;

Of nebulae—new light, like you've given me;

Of every new world that the telescopes see;

Of taking a moonwalk to see the Earth rise,

Just us two hitchhiking on old Saturn V.

You're my sun—bringing light to my everyday tasks.

I would like to get close, but I can't even ask.