Give This Poem A Title Poem by Avery Eglantine

The stars quite too high
for me to reach
Too many either to count each
The world way far apart,
too hard to stitch
For her heart though submits, too hard to teach

And the world turns around the golden path
The star, in the infinite dark sprawls fixed
Thus her eyes, his presence she sees nought
'twas mere grudge and confusion mixed

For I, mere dust in the endless universe
whose heart and soul's hindered by curse
Mine act, mine words she sensed in reverse
Then shalt I hold aback mine redolent verse,

Be ironic to mine own deed,
so will it reverse the inversed? (perception of hers to what I did)
shall we replay and rehearse?

For there is a supernova within
awaiting a click to explosion
I understood mine wrong, mine sin
Mine never-righteous decision

yet I ne'er want thee to have wrong thoughts
I percieved thine free-thought suspicion
I ne'er wanted afore to be judged and sought
Now I ne'er care 'bout their conclusion