Of Stars and Dust

We are made of so many things,

Of so much matter,

Of many circumstances,

And of leaps of faith.

You and I are made of stars,

Of dust and of the Milky Way.

And after so much time,

After so many impossible combinations,

You are here.

You are in front of me.

You are not in a little town outside of Paris.

You are not taking a walk on the beach.

You are here, kissing me.