To reflect you

Each day I renew

My pledge to you

Hoping the love I give

Will someday reflect

And reveal for you to see

Your own true shimmering self

An angel, a star seed

Not formed from crude earth and clay

No, my love

You are made from the magic

That conjures the formation of galaxies.

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