They say you're made of stardust,
But I don't think that is true,
For galaxies must have converged,
To bring forth someone like you.
The novas that were left behind,
In the ever expanding space,
Somehow coalesced to form the light,
That glimmers in your gaze.
So walk into my dreary life,
Set your luminous eyes on me,
I'll channel some of your radiance,
So in my eyes the heavens you'll see.
