Your face glows brighter than any star
and words are just letters on a keyboard
and the road we’re on will take us far
but that’s the story I signed up for
Queue the lazy mornings and soft piano
that plays behind the soft sunlight
whose only sadness is the death of the moment
as it fades to dream on the wings of a butterfly
But the stars are still behind your teeth
and there will be mornings to come
where my sun rises when you do for coffee
and the music rolls off your tongue