Hung like delicate crystals in the sky,
I look upon with the beauty beheld within my eye.
The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars.
My tears stream down my face,
As I touch the cuff of her dress of lace.
She looks up into the skies,
With dazzled eyes.
And my heart breaks.
I can’t take it anymore.
The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars.
Hung in the sky,
Like delicate crystals.
Broken.
Shattered.
Beauty and innocence lost.
Tumbling.
Fumbling.
Falling.
Through the darkness,
a voice cries my name.
My life is not one of fame.
The circle of my friends are small.
So as I look as I fall.
There she is, with her beautiful face,
In her dress of lace.
In her eyes,
I see reflected, The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars,
Like twin skies.
And I realize I’m not falling down.
I’m falling in
Love
With
Her.
