Star-Crossed Lovers

Let this rage of troubles decrease in partnership. Let there be peace in each other. Let there be you with me.

As a fortune teller,

I've believed that our souls

are connected to the planets and stars

placed down on these cards.

You, as an astronomer, smirked.

Telling me that the silly cards have nothing

to do with our bond.

You easily took my confession like stardust.

So insignificant, you thought.

I took my words to the depressed therapist,

who was saying goodbye to a scientist.

The scientist advised to me, before taking his leave,

That it was all in my head.

At which, the therapist frowned. 

The scientist stated,

"You just aren't compatible, Sweet heart.

What star-crossed lovers are, I guess. 

A spiritual fortune teller

and a scientific astronomer would never work."

The depressed therapist told me not to worry.

She tried to mend my heart with her broken one. 

"Like how people believe in you for their future and lives. Find the 

wisdom, in yourself, that they so desperately seek in you."

So, I looked for my solutions where they've always been.

Gazing into the endlessly meaningful night skies,

I found my answer.

For the celebration of your birth,

I presented to you a gift.

I presented to you a star.

I named a star after us.

On paper it wrote where it lived and how far.

I told you then and there.

You radiated like the sun.

You joyfully laughed when I said,

"Our love is practically written in the stars".

Author's Note

Please tell me if there's any grammar mistakes. Are there any parts you're confused about?