When I was a boy
I used to think that the stars were fireflies,
stuck in the nighttime sky;
or diamonds on the wings
of butterflies, flown too high
and lost for eternity.
Or angels with their halos
shining bright -
or a million green eyes,
staring down at me.

When I looked at you
I used to see:
Fireflies and diamonds, and
butterflies and halos, and
angels and green eyes -
Now all I see is you.

The stars have fallen from the sky,
But kissed the ground before they died.