My dear,
I know with no whim to hesitate
And with no double-take
That when the Gods painted the night sky
They did so in the image of the sparkle
Birthed from within your eyes
They made it mirror the magnificence of your smile
And plagiarised the strength of your mind
And it is the only truth
That if even a few of the stars that glow
Could do so
With but a drop of the love I carry for you
The skies would shun the sun
And night’s fall would have every man, woman and child
Cry out, as they fell blind.
-All My Love, Capitol A. 16.1.2024
