She alone will understand
Why the word star in my poetry
     Will never be well put,
Why the colors and the setting change,
And how her name
Does not ring the same,
She alone, where we, she
     Alone.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Are those who does not hope,
Does not, also, love?*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Should a star learn to hurt another
     Without hurting itself,
As I, for one, am also capable,
Know, that to begin with, before the impact
Or little lightyears back,
We were not from different constellations.
We are still the same,
     Portenting love.*

© 2015 J.S.P.