The stars are like a blanket in the skies,

shimmering inside your eyes

Although my dreams of you are raptured bliss,

I wake before I taste your kiss

The moon is like a pearl of milky white,

your silken face bathed in the light

A kiss composed of rose petal lips,

while the waves turn white at the tips

The river sings of tears and broken hearts;

a tear so pure, so torn apart

But innocent blood bleeds upon your soul,

that second half that makes me whole

I watch as upon you dance rays from the sun

and then I know...

you are the one