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But stars are for the skies

Once, I wished from a shooting star,
"Give me someone to love"

The night after,
I witnessed all stars came down,

In human form.
5 feet, 9 inches tall,
Dark brown eyes that stared mine for a minute
(But felt like decades, as time suddenly stand still)

My galaxy,
In a form of this man
Tanned skin, and a captivating smile

Bell rung, times up!

Hurry, the skies waiting above.
Hush! So she would not know.

Now, here's me
Once, twice, to the nth,
Dreaming, wishing...
"Come back, my love"