A night this is, to kill a love:
The weary stars have seen enough.
They’ve wept at how we’ve wondered here
From their fine view, so clear above.
Together, us: so almost-near
Beside the fire, once tender, dear.
They must be tired, to see us dance
This mortal grasping, once sincere.
I plead to them: But once last chance,
Please, prove our moment of romance;
Alas they know this night is our
Last to share in their expanse.
To kill a love: this is the hour.
So under their expanse, devour
This moment, love: this fading chance,
As starlight dies on our romance.
Don’t worry, darling. Our love is very much alive, and the stars are happy for us. Inspired by Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas.