Venus

If you were ever real you'd have to be
A different person from the one you are
Standing there and smiling at me;
It's definitional. You are too far
From what you make define reality;
A paying job, a mortgage, or a car,
A burden of responsibility;
Instead you twinkle like the evening star
Reminding me, although the sun goes down,
And burns the clouds around it in its fall,
Igniting land and sea to mourn it, still
It doesn't have to leave us dark at all:
A lack of sunbeams does not make me frown
And as you shine I think it never will.