My Light, My Love, My Stars.

(1) Your good, and your bad.
Your proud moments, and your embarrassing moments.
Your brags, and your flaws.
Your love, and your hate.
(5) Where do I stand in that?
Where do I stand,
in your cave of the hidden?
Do I fall into the glory or the secretive,
or in the between? Possibly none?
(10) This is something that I've been dying to know.
Where do I fall
in your podium of significance?
Am I thriving at the top,
or simply peering down near the very bottom.
(15) I pray to be
in your line of love.
Something you think of,
maybe compared to a dove.
We laugh and talk,
(20) smile and dance,
however is that enough,
to stay in your stance?
Oh so dear,
you stay in my heart.
(25) In yours,
do I reserve a spot?
Or lurk in the dark?
Whether you answer this,
truthful or not.
(30) I'll always be grateful,
my love,
my light,
my stars.

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