star-crossed friends

my friend tells me i couldn't be a Libra

for i am no lover girl

surely I am an earthy Virgo, she says

communicative and organised

perfectionist as my flaw

but i love life, i think

love the trees and rocks and light

love the paths that led me here

the calmness and rockiness and everything in between

yes i love life indeed

maybe not in a way she understands

and i love people, i say

love our languages and food and smiles

love our differences and similarities the same

the culture shocks, misunderstandings, and laughter

yes i love people indeed

maybe not in a way the world understands

then she asks if i have a lover now

i laugh and answer, "no, i don't"

"i've had one before", i say in jest

"that doesn't count", she replies me still

but what my lips can hide and my heart cannot

is that perhaps she is wrong; alas!

for i guarded myself from turning to look at you

to wonder if indeed i fell for you

my friend says i don't believe in the stars

and she is right of course, not one bit

yet i wonder if the stars represent our twisted fate:

your sign was no natural with a lover libra

yet shared compatibility with a loveless virgo

i suppose, perhaps, maybe,

i love you

just not in a way i could ever understand

Written: 31 August 2025

Context: A splice of three different conversations on the same day. My birthday falls between Virgo and Libra, depending on which astrology chart is used.