Romance and Musings

I don’t want to be the star…just your girl

Sitting at the roof top

with hands digging in between your legs

as you hold me close with your arms on my waist

looking up to the night sky

spending hours on stargazing 

which are smiling and blinking at us

jealously looking over us

as they cannot hold hands and love like us

up from the sky, they look at us 

as if we were angels on earth

spreading the rhythm of love and care

I do not want to be a star

I want to be the girl who can hold your hands 

living forever like this under the stars.