Doth look not in my eyes,
for thy image
You won’t see thine beauty,
but tears.
Look in my heart—
You wo’nay see a broken glass,
—but thee.

when I pray to NATURE all I ask is—
Can I plz see ‘er in the stars?

And then all the stars collapse
To see ‘er instead of the sky in the sky.

O’ NATURE let them—
At least collide to make
Thy beauty, ma love?