My falling star thou art
not a fading one-
I caught you quick
my aesthetics
my refuge thou art
my all.
Look at me—
From my bright eyes
you took my fires
Hurled them around
and took my desires
From that grain of sand
you made me Taj
the oasis I became
the honeycomb
of your loves name
your grace is the base of my world
layer by layer the picture
i draw of you is nearly complete
and when it is done its a beauty
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