A Love Story in 46 Lines

 A Love Story in 46 Lines

once upon a time

there lived a little boy

and he was made of starlight

sometimes the sky got smudged

sometimes he was hard to understand

once upon a time

there was also a little girl

and she was made of sunbeams

sometimes she burned too hot

sometimes she she spun spirals of fire

they’d go to their meeting place

twice a day, every day

and the little boy would reach out his hand

for he was a very sweet boy

but the little girl knew she burned too hot

so she wouldn’t take it

instead, she’d run over the horizon

with tears in her eyes

but sometimes the little boy would say

don’t run away

you must have forgotten

billions of years ago,

you married me

and when he said that

the little girl would wipe away her tears

and take his hand

not because she believed him

but because she had always wanted to hold his hand

and she would say

how are my sunbeams not burning your hands

and he would say

(for he never answered questions directly)

(and this is because the sky was smudged)

how could you forget

that we are both made of stars

we are the same, my darling

and you love me

and this I will tell you again tomorrow

and for a matter of moments,

the sky dropped her day robe

to stand fully naked

before slipping into her night cloak

and she radiated all of the colors

so brightly

that the rainbows swam in all the oceans and all the lakes

and all the ponds