Twinkle twinkle little star
I can’t approach you with a car.
A train can’t reach you, nor a plane.
To walk up to you is inane.
Though I crave your brilliant shine,
I fear you never will be mine.
I’ll be content with lesser things
like fairy lights and diamond rings.
But when I see this earthly bling,
I will not think of anything
except for you, so far above.
Things out of reach prompt longer love.
The prompt word today was “Twinkle.”