Looking upon the stars it won't be wrong
To promise the Earth a flattering remark.
For only my heart hugs this clay-like globe
Full of parsimony, its resources are sweeter.
I still feel the soil has to struggle according to
Our own feet huddling above the lovely ground.
My heart has fallen into the pit called love,
I will realise the sordid details that this entails.
I must wait, I must train the understanding to
Think further, and fulfil my joy and make my felicity.
It's true my head is stronger than my heart,
But love shall intellectually overtake me tonight.
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