Maybe it's the way your smile captivates me
The way your words help me to see
The way your existence allows me to be

Could it be the depth in your eyes
The absence of lies
The way I hate to say goodbye

By chance is it the music you play
The powerful words you say
The way you make my day

Possibly the connection I feel
The way you seem so surreal
The ability you have to make my heart kneel

There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.

I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grew tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.

The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.

The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.