I tend to keep my head down, eyes low
on the days you're not around.
Because why
would I look up, turning my head
to search for paradise in empty sky
When I know, Heaven is you.
Astronomers and cloud gazers, can't see the beauty I’ve found,
The worlds I know,
or stars we’ve born, talking in our bed.
Making constellations new,
we etch love against the universe, together.
For T