There may well be a god – I cannot know – or some grand purpose may well have been assigned. This would be news to me. People talk about life lessons, about meant to be; but I do not claim to understand these things.
Yet when you are near me…
What is it that I am supposed to know…other than to love you? Tell me what higher thing there is. If this world is a machine, and we are just genes, and everything beautiful is an illusion – stupid me. I am still a believer.
Because you are the stars to me…
I am no saint, no seer, just a man who loves you; and I have nothing more to give than this. It may not be wisdom – and it is surely not riches – but like the rain…it can bring flowers.
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