Someday, I wish to have my love for you written completely;
Someday, I'll write no more because I've written all I can,
But I'll write until my weary pen is dry, not of my inability,
Because it would take all of time to write all for you, and time again.

There is not enough words, nor enough time to express;
Though try may I with eighty-nine letters of love,
Still incomplete, and insignificant I must confess,
In the shadows of your beauty from the heavens above.

Stella shines for me still, every night still;
Guide my hand and confirm my affect,
And forevermore, I follow Stella's will,
As I see her in your eyes in waters reflect.

And here is another endless verse from my loving heart:
A call to your's, a line on the shore, to pull when apart.