Who needs a constellation of the Virgin to depict you
when the starry night presents the entire Milky Way
for a sufficient illustration of your bounty,
of the depth and richness of your soul
and of your overwhelming beauty,
which I can lie comfortably on the ground
just staring at it, meditating over it forever
while I count the stars that fall,
each one as one more stroke of luck from you,
each one another ray of light and message from the Milky Way
of grace and love and kindest thoughts from you.
Thus do we communicate in flashes,
fast but absolute and without end,
each falling star conveying this important universal message
of the interchange of love between all constant lovers.