To gaze into the eyes of my lover as one watches the morning star ascend from the horizon.
Fingers intertwined as vines coil around a wooden post.
While our hearts play a similar tune, that is more harmonious than a music band.
Heaven’s brightest stars have nothing on our beaming faces.
No song bird can sing me a better chorus than my lover’s giggles.
How I long to fall into the sky and rest on that cloud called love.