(Another one of those poems I wrote for that thing my friends and I do where someone picks a word and we write a poem about, inspired by, and/or using that word. This time it was "stare".)

She stares at the stars
With a starry-eyed stare.
A bunch of small star flowers
Adorn her red hair.
In her new pale green dress,
All trimmed with fine lace,
She's perfectly lovely;
The picture of grace.
As she watches the stars,
He sits beside her and stares;
But it's not at the stars
That he's staring.