I’ve written my prayer
upon the wings of this tiny tern
And she shall fly up there in heaven
Carrying my fervent, perpetual dream
To heal the bruise I daily wear
for the painful loss
our fate ordained

He’s so handsome it’s almost imposing
He is so good looking it’s a near act of violence
But I know, if I was blind and I could only hear him speak
His personality would have slim to no power over me