It's Blooming Magnetism Loving You Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

My eyes are lost
Because there are an infinite number of stars out there.
Lost like a precious blackbird singing for its mate.
No closer to nest building than
An asteroid hurtling through empty time and space.
But that doesn't mean I cannot
Manifest my goals and my objectives.
That doesn't mean I cannot
Conjecture: I am actually on a head-on
Collision course. When I open my eyes in the dark,
Wherever I look, you're the first star I see.
You are the song I hear calling me back.
The commit that's just about to crash.
Because it's blooming magnetism loving you.