I have seen two morning stars
Shining bright upon his face.
Two brown eyes that makes my heart race
Which covers me like an embrace.
I cannot help but feel a glow
Every time he smiles at me.
My joyful heart now wants to know
Whether it should flee or stay.
Tell me not that I must wait
For I no longer can remain,
Waiting for my heart's debate
As it hides itself again.
Perhaps my heart is waiting
Not wanting to concede,
That morning stars do not exist
And it does not want to mislead.