Shining stars,
what a beautiful love he admits to me,
I hope my love accepts,
And his embrace captivates me.

I contemplate the night,
to this melodious starry sky,
where I fell in love with the stars.

Watching the darkness,
you admit your lack of love coldly,
then I feel the luminosity cease,
taking my happiness to you.

Where the stars shone before,
now they remain absent,
just like your love for me,
how scarce I assumed.

© whodoesntlovespring