I try not to blame anyone for bad things that be:
That the boy I have come to love is he.
That he makes me weak in the knees.
That when he looks at me he sees.
That I am not good enough for me.
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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