Beauty of the Stars

Original Poetry

“They’re beautiful,”
you whisper
as you stare up at the stars.
“They are,”
I reply
as my gaze falls on you.



When I stare into your eyes
and you stare back into mine
I don’t just see the surface
I see the galaxies as they hide.

And for those fleeting moments
I know not of gruesome thoughts
but rather of the cosmos
the stars, your eyes have caught. 

It’s as if you swallowed night
just to take my breath away
the universe is endless
and my feelings are the same. 

Striking depths of space I see
your eyes provide this view
what do you think while you search mine?
All I think is, ‘I love you.’