Your nighttime dazzles while your stars blind
In reserved fine-ness your highness…
Though your beauty is in every eyes beholder
To those who can look up and define ya…
Under ya starry skies I wander…
Umbrella over me I’m under, it would seem
More involved through my telescopes locked in
Your constellations, “right”.
Even opposites attract, right, shyness?
Or should I take a left by venues on the
Scenic route? Pay my tribute for one of Saturn’s
Rings for ya, cuz I’m star struck dying for a sip
Of your macchiato, word to Starbucks.
By: Mario McClain
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