Description: Look up, u said, but I looked at u
To see the stars, countless, reflected in ur eyes
I fell in love deeply, as did u
Because the midnight was shining back in mine
It was then my heart looked up at infinity
And saw love was more beautiful and more divine
You once told me to look up at the night
That’s how much I love you, you once said
I tried to count the stars but the numbers exceeded my mind
I keep falling—in your arms, in love, and into the night’s depths
I remember exactly when I fell in love with you
It was in a moment too beautiful to coordinate exactly
We try to coordinate the stars’ locations, perhaps measure their size
But the truth is, we will never be able to fully grasp it
Man is too young to understand God
And I will always be too young to fully understand the eternity of love
It doesn’t bother me anymore, although it once did
I used to look up at the infinite and feel very small
But since I met you, I simply look
And wonder that I…that we…are part of it at all
I see the stars, countless, reflected in your eyes
And I know you see the midnight in mine
And it’s those moments that make my heart look up
And realize our love is divine
It was of course Shakespeare who said, Tell me where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head. It is engendered in the eyes."
We are all completely conditioned by our genes to respond to eyes when our hormone levels peak. The pupils of lovers enlarge when they gaze at each other. Italian ladies used to use Deadly Nightshade drops (bella donna) to enlarge their pupils for this purpose.
Unfortunately eyes are merely two globes of gristle, the parts of our brain nearest the surface.
Now there is of course nothing at all unique about the feelings you have for your lover and vice versa and to any eyes but your own, those feelings are insignificant. In the bigger scheme of things it would be more meaningful to illuminate the night sky with a metaphor of your love rather than vice versa.
The universe of stars out there is truly wonderful and deserving of poetry.
Try to keep God, Father Christmas and the Tooth Fairy out of poetry. A good poem is a serious thing and doesn't need mumbo jumbo to enhance it.