Rocket ships and heart strings

I'd like to take my heart strings and tie them to a rocket. A voice would storm the cockpit. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, BLAST OFF", and I'd be off. The rocket would take me through the troposphere, the stratosphere, the mesosphere, the thermosphere, and into the exosphere. I'd feel meteoroids whiz past my hair and I would breath in the zero gravity, I'd be weightless. As we flew my heart would root itself into everything within the radius of me. I would spread my love to each nebula of the universe. I'd spread out across the sky and from earth you could see my heart strung out. The sky would be red with love from my heart and I would change the meaning of life. It'd be nice, you know? For this to happen someday. Strung out across the skyline, making things go right.