I look up at the stars, so high and see Without a doubt, you’re looking back at me Tears, like shooting stars, stream down my cheek My neck so steeply stretched, I suddenly feel weak I bow my head, drop to my knees in prayer Thank the stars, you’re watching, from up there I feel your hand, touch my heart, relieve my pain As I taste you’re loving lips, kissing me again In time I know, these feelings too, may disappear But, I only wish, that I could be, with you my dear BOEMS by JA 692