Starry Night.

You are too good to be true
Like seeing the stars
Brilliantly bright
At dusk
On a street
Lit
With artificial
London lights

You are too good
To be true
Like a fine wine
Saved for however long
An era truly is
That lives up, even
Rises beyond
Expectation

You are too good
To be real
And I can't help
But feel
Like the image will be
Shattered
In a matter of time
Like clockwork

This is too good to last
And I mean that
As the biggest of compliments
I am too littered
by faults and imperfections
To ever be as bright
As you are, reflected
On that gloriously star-filled night