The Eighth Star #1

The Plough: seven stars for seven years.

Dubhe, brightest of the seven stars, for the year we met. I had given up on love and then you arrived and I thought you were beautiful. That first holiday on the Isle of Wight. One night I fell in love with you and that love was as clean and pure as the night-sky. Lying side-by-side I held your hand and pointed to each of the seven stars. I’ll love you to the Plough and back a thousand times. I’ll love you to the Plough and back a million times.