Love, beautiful and rare as a blue moon,
Lust, pretty and common as a night star,
I know that the curse would befall me soon,
A precious blessing that could leave a scar.
Forever in my mind I see the morning,
It breaks when your lips curve towards the sky,
Tickets to heaven’s doors I’d be pawning,
But your beauteous heart I could not buy.
Twilight’s mist is broken by your eyes bright,
All of your words soar like those birds above,
All of these pretty words that I can write,
Cannot express the sheer amount of love.
These silent nouns you will not hear or see,
I shan’t sing of how long I will in love be.