Doubt the stars
are fire …
but never
doubt I love.
~ William Shakespeare
Absent in morning light
and afternoon’s white glare
sometimes obscure, distant
light years away
shrouded in cloud
blurred by winter’s wild nights
it is always there
in summer’s still evenings
it shines fiery bright
silver sparks tease the sea
patterns reconfigure
unlike the moon
it never wanes
it is undying fire
across an infinite blackboard
scripted forever
a lexicon of love
ageless, constant, endless
enduring, eternal
everlasting
perpetual, timeless
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