While others want their love to be like a river,
Ever-changing, ever-flowing,
I ought mine not to be like so
Since rivers tend to dry up;
My love for you aims to be ever-present
Whatever the season, even the harshest one.
Anent, I offer you love like newly-born stars
From other galaxies
Seen from ours:
Bright but not blinding
And even in death
Always shining.
For Anj