Forgive me love, I have played such ignorance. Clearly a star cannot bask in its own light so you've never seen your glory, Galaxies are ink drops and you are the light. You shine like no other and you bring me endless warmth.
Sweet anon, I like to think I know who you are. That in another time our light met in one moment of blinding beauty. To warm Apollo is the greatest gift, you carry the sun and yet still you call me bright. Thank you, I can only hope that as a star I will know when it is time to fall.