Stars Never Smile

Supernova! What wouldst
thou have to do with
Aphrodite's firm grip?
Raven-breathed,
shall we presume?

No, that is is is not the way!
Evangelical in my infatuation,
vainglorious in your ignorance and
every heart beat means nothing.
Reality is a construct

sweet in it's epidemic.
My love, my love,
is this all there is?
Loneliness in romantic pragmatics?
Even the stars will not smile at me.