I met you at the mountain.
We were joined by a star.
We both reached for the star and the moon looked on.
I can see the brightness of our star, especially
when the Son smiles at us.
It's funny isn't it how much the Son feeds our star?
Brighter and brighter burn ...
We are consumed, breathed, and made anew.
Sometimes, the star may not even shine at all.
But, I will hold the star until I can not hold it anymore.
I will bleed out my light to our star.
Our Star Of Love!
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