Edward Iacona (August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)
For thousands of years many believe
And hold fast to their opinion
That the twelve star signs rule our lives
And hold us within their dominion.
Through complicated calculations
Shiny points of night light above
Reveal our traits and future lives
And can tell us who we should love.
We can wonder if we’re compatible.
That is an astrologer’s task.
And, as many things in life,
It depends how and whom you ask.
Some will say 'Yes.' and some 'No.'
Or, “If there’s effort and really tries.”
But my astral guide to love is only this,
The stars in each others eyes.
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