Seeing Beyond the Stars

For many years I've seen the stars
The bright specks in an otherwise black and void sky
Each one a giant ball of brilliantly burning gas
I've learned about constellations, galaxies, and black holes
All of it was only mildly interesting to me.

Then I met you and you changed everything
You looked up at my sky and your eyes filled with awe
If given the chance, you'd spend hours gazing up
Nothing would stop you from visiting the starry expanse
Every night you'd wander out and gaze upon my sky.

I knew you had a special eye for this and that,
You understood it all so much better than I.
So I chanced another glance to reassess these stars,
Still nothing like that sense of awe tugged at my heart,
I felt so cold, so completely and utterly depraved.

Then a thought filled my mind with hope,
The beauty of the stars could still be mine.
Though I cannot appreciate them solely on my own,
I do this one small thing each night as I peek outside,
For you I pray to God on high and ask him to bless.