Said a hot collection of vibrant gas
Loosely collected, a nebulant lass,
Via the colours of her cloudy eye
The question ‘ternal, “How do you love I?”
To the hot-plasmaed star who would her woo.
“Well beyond the wildest ration and true;
Almost as much as those two humans do,”
Replied he as he pointed with a flare
To the mortals at which the stars do stare
For their radiance of love which e’er grew
And like a supernova lit the sky
In awe. The noble star meant you and I,
But stars are worthless pebbles, like the moon.
I can only value seeing you soon.