The constellations have told me
a tale about of one with wings.
Of which their touches are warm and sweet,
of their voices filled with honest greets.

The constellations have told me
a prayer is strong to invite them here.
Every night before I turn to slumber,
I might see one or two in number.

The constellations did not tell me
that same one with wings can be without it.
And I met you, just as you are;
Unbelievably close to one, a true bizarre.

The constellations did not tell me
to prepare myself for this arrival.
To find myself under touches so warm and sweet,
to hear the mornings with honest greets.

The constellations did not tell me
that you’ll eventually find your way here.
Dare I say the stars aligned for us to meet?
Such strange phenomenon, indeed quite a feat.

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