Night descends upon us,
As we sat beside one another,
Gazing into the stars just because
those gents hath brought the night colour.

Thy sweet tender voice,
Speaking of thine love for the arts,
Mine own really had no choice,
But to give thou all of mine heart.

Speaketh on the topic of love if thou must,
But an act so unredeemable,
Is when thou speaketh of love without just,
For thy words preach incapable.

.........As mine own eyes witness the stars and its glory,
.....Mine mind and heart hath truly forgotten that thee art a star,
.........So I promise to heed thine words and thine story,
.......For mine mind wilt at each moment remember thou and thine guitar.