I was humbled, dim and dull—
overwhelmed by sadness and shame.
Yet, in her glitter and gleam,
She loved my blackened heart,
kept me close, when other
men were blinded by her glare
Au contraire, mon amour.
Darker nights make brighter stars,
the moon shines even more.
Look both ways but listen with an open heart.
Mind the gaps for that’s where stars shine brightest.