If she places me on a pedestal
It is because I am small.
If she pins me up among the stars
It is because I’m pale when when the night approaches.
Behind the twinkling flashes of her admiration
There is the deep vision of balances in action.
So, the craftsman in stages works in her eyes
and through her, the fire of stars rekindles.
Real admiration goes to the admirer
And humility to the admired.