You are the poetry that my pen sends forth;
The twinkle in your ever-curious eye,
Is the only star I see every night.

You, my dear,
Are the beauty I can't describe
For nothing I write
Comes close to you, try as I might.

I sing of the cosmos,
And that much is all I can do,
But even that beauty pales before you,
For you, my dear,
Are the only universe I know for sure.