There was complete awe in the way you looked to him,
As if he had aligned the stars himself,
As if he had whispered to them the stories they held,
Blown stardust off his fingertips,
And kissed you that very night.— Of When Stars Knew Stories
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Of When Stars Knew Stories
There was complete awe in the way you looked to him,
As if he had aligned the stars himself,
As if he had whispered to them the stories they held,
Blown stardust off his fingertips,
And kissed you that very night.— Of When Stars Knew Stories