Picking Stars

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Picking Stars

The brilliant stars above the trees,
I will pick for you.
I can pick each one from night's sky;
In my hands you'll gaze.
Each star a speck of your
Brilliant female haze.
Lost in which I move my days,
Counting moments to see your grace.
I beg to be a slave that's yours,
Picking stars to prove my worth.
To burn my hands each single one
I'll keep taking them from the sky
So you will see I do not lie.
Love far gone past infinite reels
My only desire -
To know what love feels.
As I place these stars before your feet
You'll see each, my scars complete;
Please hold my hand, so you don't fall.