O Stars, you shining orbs of light,
You shards of flame that fill the night,
Tell me: was my vision true?
For if it was, you saw it too.
Was I, who was then but a boy,
Ever truly filled with joy?
Did she whose lips I thought I kissed
Only in my mind exist?
O Stars, you crystal balls of fire,
You eyes that burn with hot desire,
If happiness was ever true,
I find it now in only you.
T. G. 10/30/18
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