When my star flecked hands wrapped around yours did I go too far?

As the smile of the divine graced your lips, did I cross the line?

You see it is quiet moments that bring it all painfully interview.

I now see how your hands tremble beneath and your smile flickered.

I now see how you hesitated to return that which was given to you.

Or instead was I just… Right?

I tend to believe that the stars are meant to be held and smiles, kissed. Hands are meant to be cradled, just the same or is this my evergreen lapse and judgment?

My hands too rough and too deep? Did my emotions find yours or did they instead claw at a cold opening with no return.

So instead, I say did I cross the line that day, when I chose to love you?