25, Libra,

To handle yourself,  use your head.  To handle others,  use your heart. Eleanor Roosevelt 

I gave you the sun 
But you wanted the moon.
When I gave you the moon, 
You wanted the stars.
So I reached blindly, 
for the most infinite stars, 
And wrapped myself 
Around each one of them, 
Just for you.
The stars, 
the moon and the sun combined, 
Weren't enough for your fickle heart.
So I took my tears, 
And made you a sea, 
So you can sail the earth 
And find the impossible treasure, 
You constantly seek.
Yet every morning, 
my sun will be there to wake you.
Every night, 
My moon will be there to calm you.
And if you ever need me, 
Look amongst the stars, 
Wrapped in each one of them, 
There, I still will be.