Streaming tears
down daydreaming eyes,
brought about
by just a thought
of taking a walk
with a man, at night,
as his middle-aged wife,
and I--
I saw it all--
it was with you.
And I knew.
I have written about stars often, with love and longing, with wonder, enchantment, and he lives with me now, My North Star, my anchor, my gu...
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