I've never been too fond of taking pictures of the boundless sky
Not because it's not beautiful, it is.

I've never seen anything quite like the constellation of stars,
How they line up,
Waiting for us to decipher what the universe have in store for us
Or how the moon always seems to be looking out for me,
Following me silently wherever I go.

But why would I want to spend my time trying to capture something that's so far away when I've got you so much closer,
Whom's equally magnificent.

You're my sun, my moon and all my stars.

I want to paint a picture in your head,
of the feelings that I feel when laying in my bed.
I want my words to flow like the paint brush,
and I want you to feel the rush.
Imagine this as you may,
I wake to the sun and the birds each and every day.
It's warm and inviting,
but I just want to hide,
and sleep took forever with exhaustion by my side.
As I make my way through the day,
I am cheerful, smiling, I hope you can see.
I love the days and the nights,
all the birds and all the trees.
The wind flows through my long crazy hair, and the sun beats upon my snow white skin,
But I am not quite a princess,
and my heart seems to be replaced by tin.
Do not take it the wrong way,
as it works perfectly fine,
and it does all the loving in the world,
but I keep wondering if some day I'll have someone to call mine.
As I said, don't take it the wrong way,
I have a full heart and a full life,
and if someone never comes my way, I'll be okay if I'm never a wife.
As this thought crosses my mind most of the time,
I feel the sun beams as they shine,
and the love they give is enough for me,
but then I wonder if it will always be.

once again I find myself
lying here
sleepless in bed
and thinking of you
longing you by my side
your fingertips on my skin
and your hearbeat suiting itself
after mine