The Fault in our stars poem

The Fault in our stars

Late in the winter of her seventeenth year,

Deceased and depressed,

Hazel Grace,

She was waiting

For death

To conquer her.

To the heart of Jesus, she went.

In the circle of trust, she sat.

The one-eyed boy, she met.

The following day she saw,

The one-legged boy, "Gus".

The one she was destined to love.

An imperial affliction, she read.

And so, did he.

Obsessed and curious they became,

To know the ending of that book.

To Amsterdam they went.

Using the wish, they wished.

The Grumpy old mad man they met.

With disappointment they left.

In Anne Frank's house they kissed.

To thunderous applause.

The once lost illness replaced "Gus" again,

And the lost grief possessed her again.

They fell in the same old pain again.

Still, continuing their romance again.

At three thirty A.M he died.

And all the hope she had had died.

But their love still lives and never dies.

He likes his choices, he says.

And she likes hers, he hopes.

He does,

Augustus,

He does.