I had to rewrite this poem for you.

Because I want you to receive it.

I just want you to know

(And you know who you are)

That I’m in love with you,

But it’s a platonic kind of love.

It’s not Plutonic. Mercy.

Pluto’s freaking Hades!

And Charon is the ferryman.

The “moon” of Pluto, Lady.

But what you might not know, My Love,

Is that all that is a lie.

There are only seven planets, up above.

The wandering stars of the Night Sky.