Step outside and look at the nite sky.
That's how I feel when I look at my. Love. Like
A twinkling stara lit warm summer cover.
But not quite the same as my sweet tender lover.

Seems funny and weird because sometimes we fight.

And my heart reaches out to her .sad and contrite.
She is forever lovely. To me a delight

My darling I'm sorry.
I was wrong you were right and greater than that.
You are lovely tonite.