
I looked for the moon tonite,
and saw it glowing
in your hair
The stars were in your eyes,
glittering
as I gazed upon them
Your smile always
as the sun,
beaming with radiant warmth
The Milky Way,
delicate and soft
as your skin
Gossimer wings of angels
gently carrying you to me
The Heavens may hold magic,
for some who gaze upon;
but the celestial beauty of you
greets me each and every dawn.