She may have drops of Jupiter in her hair, 
But it's her eyes as bright as the moon that made me stop and stare. The night I met her, she was on the beach looking at stars. 
When I walked up to her, she smiled and said look! there's mars. 
That night, we talked about everything under the sky. 
She told me "that's where I hope I live when I die." 
That moment, I knew I had to make her mine. 
I would do whatever it took. 
I would rewrite the stars 
So that our hearts would align and the world would be ours