I saw the same twinkle in your eyes
as I saw on a dark starry night

and words cannot describe the joy it brings me
when  you talk about something with passion

because I know what it feels like to be excited about something
and I would do anything for you to keep that twinkle

It's 5:11am. A pretty time.
The street lights outside, in my dipped  valley lane,
glow orange against the soft, warm, gloomy shades of morn.
The pretty pitter-patter of rain I can
hear on the roof is adorning the bluebells in crystals which will twinkle when the wild wide world wakes.