The night sky is ever-bright with stars
Let me color the stars red, blue, gold, orange,
Let me fill the void of the dark with the glimmer of radiance
Is this enough?
For I feel that when the stars are painted up high,
there , then, your smile that lighteth my heart, shall ever be
within the bosom of my heart
Byron and Shelley used to talk about solitude,
nay, there is no comfort in such talk,
for only in union with thee, my heart is beckoned to joy
So, let it be
So, let it sing
If I painted the stars for you,
would I get a reward?
A kiss or two?
Must I really ask..