A Thousand Stars

This is the product of a midnight writing session

A thousand stars are paid to me

every time your pearls are shone,

For every time you smile at me

I no longer feel alone.

It's a job to find a dream like you

and that for sure is no lie,

For no work of art is as complex as you

so I'm working all the time

I can't quite see what you see in me

though you talk about my light,

and I know you tire of my stubborn ways

but you never put up a fight.

I have one last parting word my friend

and then I'll let you be,

the secret words I speak for you

lay across my lips to read.

So don't undo the good you've done

to a heart as full as mine,

even though you may not know it now

you fill it all the time.

Author's Note

Not much else to say, really