How can one even think to gaze skyward When it is you upon the horizon? Why bother with the dull words of songbirds When your laugh causes their songs to wizen? Why! A solar flare could only hope to Compare to a small upturn of your lips; I should be so lucky to lift the blue From your warm heart with my fatuous quips. You’re an ocean’s breath - salty and wild, And I am nothing more than Springtime air; How is it you make me feel less mild With nothing more than a brush of your hair? I would count my lucky stars for your light, Instead I count your freckles in my sight.