Feelings that turn galaxies

Staring at beauty with you by my side, you say, "How do you feel?" What a question. I open my mouth, but no sound escapes as my brain is still scrambling to locate my heart and squeeze out an answer. Now ask me that question again in reference to you and I could spin the world around with all the words I would say. Your patient eyes search for mine and it takes everything in me not to press my face into you and breathe. Instead I return my gaze to beauty and say, "Tell me what I should feel." My heart breaks as you sigh, "I can't."