Okay, so it is one poem with the two words combined. Cheating!
I could hold that immacuate universe of yours in my hand if I chose. Keep everything special held tight where nothing falls out. I would feel that shifting weight of knowledge bursting against my fingers but I would not let go. Rainbows would form and galaxies collide. I might be begged to give up all the secrets I held close. I would resist. Keeping guard of perfection is tiring but it would be an honor. If you gave me the chance to be it all.