Constellation (29/8/15)

The sky stretches before me, an empty manuscript, a fresh canvas
And this paint is made of stars.
I will sketch out the likeness of you
And colour you in with my crude crayons of love.
When the people look up towards my masterpiece
They will see all the ways I adore you.

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