A Star-seed’s Sonnet
Heartache is strange yet purposeful and just;
Better to suffer than live in disgrace!
Straining to better, even after we're dust,
Longing to comfort your beautiful face
"Listen!" and "Fight!"' the plight that avoids few;
Incompatible with heavenly fate
"Stop it!" and "Wrong!"; you feel God inside you!
and brush all aside whom would curse you with hate.
You come from the stars, my heavenly dove
and I give you the world, with all of my love!
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