They tell us the stars are too far.
Even the closest is light years away,
but every time I look into your eyes
I see the glint of a million.

Is that what they mean by hopeless romantic?
I suppose I may seem a little dramatic,
but all I do is hold you in my arms
and feel the tremendous energy.

Every time you cry there's a supernova.
My body burns from the intensity.
I never want to see those shimmering stars
rolling down your face without a smile.

The night sky is filled with constellations
and each one has its own story.
You know, I came to the realization
that my story didn't start until you.