Your intimate weaving of natural imagery with matters of the heart reminds me of Pablo Neruda's love sonnets, particularly in how you connect cosmic elements ("I told the stars") with personal confession. The contrast between sharing secrets with stars while keeping thoughts of love close creates a beautiful tension, similar to Mary Oliver's way of finding profound emotional truths in natural observations. Your opening invitation to "Hold my hand and breath my tears" shows a vulnerable directness that echoes Sappho's ancient fragments about love and longing. Keep nurturing this lyrical voice that bridges the personal and natural worlds - your ability to transform emotional experiences into sensory imagery is particularly striking.