On a gelid night,
I walk through the valley of loneliness,
looking down.
Though the stars blaze vehemently above,
I refuse to look.
They’re, perhaps, way too dear to appreciate--
I’d immediately fall in love.
After all, stars are just unreachable enlightenment that surely burns.

And for my dearest misfortune,
you embody an earthly heavenly orb.
Instead of looking down,
I looked up into your hazel eyes
and upon your smile, I found the fear that torments me at night.
Amongst your hellish lips,
I encountered my only flaw.
Laying in your eyes,
deep within the perfectly circular glasses,
I envisioned an unrealistic future.

That’s why you’re a start:
I looked and your spell came running down on me like a waterfall—
now I’m in love.
And somehow, you have become the worst part of going to sleep.