I wonder if the sun gets the same butterflies I do,
When it gets the chance to see you smile?

I bet the wind blows the moment you walk out the door,
Just so it can caress the curves of your face.

I imagine the rivers gently flow,
To the beat of your steady heart.

The moon rises to lift the oceans,
To make sure it never lets you down again.

And I know these hands have stopped shaking,
So your heart will never feel the pain of being dropped.