Hobby

I usually sit at my window,
Every night just counting stars,
Each star different from the one before,
They are nights little tattoos or scars,
Have name each star and I know them by heart,
There these two twin stars,always three inches apart,
Always trying to hide behind the cloud,
I call them the shy twins,
Sometimes the stars fall down,
I think they always fall into the sea,
A place they can't be seen,
Their true looks remain hidden...