In the days of our childhood,

We ought to see through

The brightest of stars.

On how these celestial bodies

Light the darkness of space.

We ought to wonder through

The most complicated of galaxies,

On how a group of celestial bodies

Cluster together to create such form.

But now,

I do not have to look for these

For I have already seen

The entire universe

As my eyes met yours.


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