On the far horizon,
An inconsistent constant:
The concept of the star
Remains the same
But the reality is
That it is ever changing.
The true standard bearer
Of my continued existence
Rests gently upon my chest.
The sighed echoes of content
Tickle my skin and psyche.
A gift given to me in love
Unassuming, unimaginable,
Indescribable.
The center of the known
Universe may well be the sun,
But the only supernova
In my creation comes
In the form simply of
A gift of you.
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