Pleione star, brightly shine but do not burn.
Hands away, the sun burns hot. Its heat you learn.
Pleione, prouder be your flames in outer space.
With grace you speak a life that lives on modest pace.
Youngest eyes below your sparks surpass the sky.
This pride I own be yours, dear star, beloved eye.
Pleione, Pleione, above all stars, your face is chaste.
I hope that God would save you from a world of haste.
A world of twists and turns that’s quick, unkind and fast.
It needs a patient man whose love would stay and last.
These lines I write and might depict with gorgeous paint.
Your worth is bright, alight. Make worldly colors faint.
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25 October, 2016