What Star

Under what bright star did our fate fall that we could arise so swiftly, loving, chasing this sweet path that seemed to be so distant, so impossible, that to conceive of it was only folly. From what fertile garden grew our lot, that we've bloomed into such passion, tasting again the sweet fruits that when lost, had left us parched and starving, our lips dried and bodies hungering. Out of which rich sea has our destiny risen, that we should be riding these happy waves, feeling again the simple joys we lived before we'd sank, unable to swim against that tide, drowning in the deepest ocean of loss. From whence did this love come and by what great justice was it granted to us, two people needing, waiting, wanting, for this love, this gift, this sweet miracle that we've found. What star?