What I Do Know

I'll be honest: I don't know too much about universal truths.
I don't know much about God,
Or about Physics,
Or what a coordinate plane really is.
What I do know is that I have a mother and a sister,
And my love for them could level cities.

I don't know if black is flattering,
Or if winged eyeliner is sophisticated.
But I do know a brave soul will be tacked up among constellations,
Swaying between galaxies, with Orion.

I could spend hours waxing poetic about the dance of the stars,
And the kiss of the morning sun.
But I'd rather talk about the imperfect light of my friend's smile,
Or the way I have enough love in my heart for all these people.
Including myself.

And I do know my life line cannot predict the joy of falling in love,
Or the pain of losing it.
And I do know that laughter will pearl into stardust,
Even on the darkest of nights.

I don't know a lot about platitudes.
But God, do I know that humans will love until their hearts burst.