Maybe We Are Star Stuff

From the beginning 

of our solar system

We were inevitable.

4.6 billion years

And everything aligned

Perfectly

So we would be together.

From the moment our

Sun exploded

Until the moment

It explodes again.

Maybe we were

Perfectly curated

By God.

Maybe Prometheus

and Eros

Made us for

each other.

Maybe we are

Just leftovers

From the very sun

That shines so

Beautifully 

On your deep brown eyes.

To me it doesn't matter

Whether we are just

Stardust

Perfectly molded clay

Or just some descendants

Of Adam and Eve.

Because in every universe,

I would love to see you 

And your perfect clay mold.

In every universe,

I would love to see

The stardust 

that shines in your eyes.

And in every universe,

I hope

That snake made Eve

Take a bite out of

The forbidden fruit.

And all the events following

Would lead to us.