Do you understand?

Cynicism long lived.

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?