why am i such a fucking fool
All that I know
Of a certain star,
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue,
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
THIS TYPE OF THING NEVER HAPPENS TO ME
The concept of actually being adored by someone you also care about mutually seems so unfamiliar and mystical to me but I can imagine how blissfully triumphant life would feel