Do you understand?

Do you understand my dear?
The skies are filled with numberless stars
Each one more infinitely beautiful than the last
Its illustrious manifold of clouds
It is a mundane sight none the less though
The trepidation of its astounding Malice
Is of grandious magnitude
However my love
It is the miniscule details that
Hold the most profound Ideals
A conducive cynicism reaps life in the end though
Its sonorous silence is one of poetic value
Not only a subservient universe
But one that is sensorily austere
For What I see in your eyes is something
Of reluctant beauty
You are as beautiful as the
Universe is masterful of complexity
So I ask,
Do you understand my dear?