Saturday, October 22, 2005

Let them tell their stories

I never liked stars before
well, not until her
She made it seem
that everyday without her
is a year spent in limbo
and that every moment
i held her hand was in itself
an eternity...

She made me look up,
to see what she saw...

I'll never understand
what make stars so great
except that they hold stories
and that man, in his imperfection,
has always sought the tales
these celestial gods hold...

I wonder why i still look up
and ponder about times long past
that there used to be someone
who looked up and thought
about the very same things
i asked myself today...

And now, after all that,
i am only certain of one thing...





I have found my star,
and the story that it holds.
It was, and always has been,
inside the very same person that i love...
We've found our story,
and we know for sure
that we will always be together...




How do you ask?
look up....




It's written in the stars....

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