I wonder what others think of
when they look at the stars.
Because lately, I've been doing a lot gazing.
These great ***** of fire
these sparkling streetlights caught in space
they seem so beautiful, but so cold.
And when I look into the heavens,
I see only one star
and that's you.
With angelic radiance you shined.
Maybe a little too bright.
Because you see
I was blinded by your light.
Blinded to see that you
were more than just a star.
You were my Sun
But you lit up
another sky.