Poems About "Star"

Two things gladden me
The starry night above
And the fiery thrill
Of a heart in love!

“The problem is",
She once told me,
“There is no passion without possession,
We can’t love people,
The way we love the stars!”

On my travels up above,
I picked up a star,
Wrestled it from its place,
And dragged it down below.
It's one thing to watch stars above,
It's another to hold them in hand.
For they burn like Sulphur;
And are big like...