These stars
These are the very stars in which I stare
For all my years
With the hopes of figuring this out

These stars
These are the same stars
That stare down
At all my aching years
With content and empowerment

These eyes
They spot hesitation
In your smile
All the while
You were wrong

These eyes
Assume hesitation
Through the smile
But all the while
I've been wrong

These Seven grains of sand
That clench my outreached hand above

These stars
These are the Nurturers
That tuck me in
And kiss my forehead

These stars
Both friend and foe
For all my aching years
Are compatible(Except for the belt)

These stars
They are the Reliable
For when I grow and change
They will always know my name

These stars
I fear, my love,
Will fade
Because these stars are boring


Quick note. It is about a constellation. Not about you.