Such a pretty house

I slowly rub my eyes open to an alarming scene:
My lover gone missing, unhooked from my arm.
I notice the shower running as
My mind slowly regains clarity.
Confidently, carelessly,
I waltz to the bathroom
to refresh my
morning breath,
but abruptly stop in the doorway.
I'm left awe-stricken
as you're silhouette outlines a galaxy, a
nebulous, unexplored dimension,
That is all mine.
And the sun
And the stars
And the supernovas
All whisper, "Good morning"
In unison, in a luminescent voice
that echoes between the four walls,
To their master, a soft, but unsightly ruler,
Who doesn't seem to match any species'
Description of beauty,
Much like his kingdom of
Unwanted trinkets. Only I can
See their worth.