I met you in the midst of a summer’s night
Down by the lake.
I remember seeing all of the stars
Through the calmness of the rain.
At your favorite place I met you,
But thought I would never see you again.

However, I did see you again
On another summer’s night.
The moon let me see right through you
That second night down by the lake.
You always admired the rain
And the way it brought out the delicacy of the stars.

The pulchritude of the stars
Brought me back again,
Even when it would rain.
I would always meet you every night
Down by that illustrious lake
That was cherished so much by you.

But there is something that I never told you.
You see, I was always jealous of the stars
And of that ever so serendipitous lake
Because of how much you admired them again and again
In the stillness of the night
And in the tranquility of the rain.

And yes, I was also envious of the rain
For, in my eyes, I could never be rain for you.
I could never shine like the stars at night.
The light that you saw in those wonderful, terrible stars
Is the only thing that brought you back again
To that oh so lovely lake.

But then, you told me that I was the lake
In a voice more soothing than the rain.
Then, you looked at me again
And I saw the light in you  
Which reflected in my eyes like stars
Down by the lake that night.

And ever since that night,
I have never looked at the stars
Without seeing you.