You are not just in the stars
You are the star
And I am your Astrophile I call you Stella
The stars fall down upon my defunct umbrella.
Her smile is rare like the moon on sunny skies
You and I, Your tawny Eyes
When you are sad I am sad too
I don’t want to live in your few.
If I am dead you will live in my words forever, Forever,
Something I have never told you ever.