Star Crossed

The Sun, the most jealous star,
Wished my love whole, not in part.
I admired her glory against the blue,
Yet once she turned and the curtain withdrew,
Revealing the gems she cruelly hid,
My eyes and tears downward sadly slid.
Must I martyr my heart by starlight
To banish the threat of eternal night?

• On Tuesday, June 8, 2004, Heart of Stone (27) wrote:
  
  This was poetry that I never truely understand but I am in love with it. Amazing write -Heart
  
  
• On Friday, May 16, 2003, Aurora_Light (518) wrote:
  
  i like this