She put stardust on my window.
Piercing love beams through my eyes.
She made rainbows of the raindrops,
Stardust colors in disguise..
She knew answers to the questions,
That have since departed me.
She knew reasons for my being,
When my reasons ceased to be.
She's the one that was outstanding,
When I faltered just a bit.
She's the image through my vision,
And the mold to which I fit.
I shall surely find another
To replace this love I miss.
And I'll know her by the stardust
In my eyes each time we kiss.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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