Stars, dazzling like little diamonds fallen off encrusted rings of love,
punctuated the molten pitch of the sky.You asked me to count the stars to measure out your love for me.
I tried, ran out of numbers and smiled.
The next morning, the stars had sunken under the glowing covers of the sun, bedazzled, disarmed.
So had your love, my love.
Like the stars,  it surged as darkness engulfed your soul, sought refuge in my trembling arms.
Come morning, it faded; sunken, dim,
draining my heart of the elixir of love.