At 11:11 she told me to make a wish,
So I wished for a little piece of heaven,
I wished for a chance in which,
I could hear all the stories that shine within her eyes,
And for the chance to move to the sky, beside a fresh sunrise.

And the on the second time she reminded me,
I wished just that she,
Would put my world in slow motion,
The way a dancer spins: with grace and beauty,
Filled with wonder, like the open ocean.

And as time passed again, I wished for a kiss.
To breathe in and feel the soft bliss,
Of what's becoming in the softest season.
So I cushion these words with starry wording,
And only hope that she will see my reason.