THE ART of POETRY

6

A lovely maiden,

made of cosmos and stardust,

Steps up to me.

Daises perched upon her forehead,

Oh, my maiden lately I know.

That every time we talk,

every time we embrace each other,

you leave me with a little bit of wonder.

We both know it can get hard,

it is the only thing that keeps us alive.

We hope that hearts are never broken,

while I can only hope that you hold me close.

I know it will get better,

While we're in it together.

Oh, lovely maiden of mine,

I wish I could hide you,

away from these black holes,

away from these dead stars.

I want to preserve your stardust,

I wish to save your cosmos.

For you make me feel like a birthing star,

giving meaning to this galaxy.