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I look up at the stars, so high and see

Without a doubt, you’re looking back at me

Tears, like shooting stars, stream down my cheek

My neck so steeply stretched, I suddenly feel weak

I bow my head, drop to my knees in prayer

Thank the stars, you’re watching, from up there

I feel your hand, touch my heart, relieve my pain

As I taste you’re loving lips, kissing me again

In time I know, these feelings too, may disappear

But, I only wish, that I could be, with you my dear

BOEMS by JA 692