Stars Of Her Poem by W.E Graham

The night is made bright by stars on it's ceiling,
‎And the human soul is kindled by the lamp of another human soul,
‎You have found roses under my cypresses,
‎And pearls beneath my darkness.
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‎You are like the stars in my night,
‎And sunshine in my day,
‎Verses such as these are free in form,
‎When a poet writes from his heart and not from his mind.
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"I hold your hand like the first time,
I love you and all that you are,
And when I think of us,
It is absurd not to believe in eternity".