Cuddling With The Stars

I look up at the stars,

Twinkling so far above us,

Like the headlights of distance cars,

Lightyears away, birthing lust,

The breeze pushes leaves as we sit under Van Gogh.

We both pause to breathe,

Looking towards the air-filled sea,

I never want your side to leave,

Let us leave the universe be,

I hope you see my heart's attempt at "hello".

I realize quickly though,

That I don't need what's in the sky,

Your eyes are as poetic as Thoreau,

My internal feelings want to fly,

I look at your face and my butterflies grow.

The stars up above,

Are feeble to the ones in you,

You soul is like a dove,

You've stained mine like a tattoo,

I don't care what others think they know.

Thank you for......