Whats Up with Life?

I love you like midnight sky's yearning for the spec of starlight. And among the billions,trillions of stars in the spacious blue, I single you out because to me, you are the brightest, the most perfect of all. I look up every night at your greatness and light only and only to admire your being which I will never own. 

So tonight, same as my other nights, I write of loneliness. Lonely because I earnestly love you with all my heart yet my heart's depthness you will never know because you are a star and I am but the night unfamiliar and non-existent to you. And I am  lonelier when you shine brilliantly above me, without a single clue that you are the only the universe that I know.

You do not know that you have given light to the core of darkness in my heart. You do not know how one sight of you can make this night turn day. You do not know how much I admire your celestial beauty that I would give up a thousand sunrise just to gaze up on you. I love you. That is the worst part of what you do not know. Of what you will never know. 

So in my misery I recourse to my only consolation that at least you are constant and will always be there in my night sky and I shall look forward to seeing you in hours of darkness, shining not only for me, but for everyone. And for that, I love you even more and will always do.