in those sleepless nights;

i think of her,

of the way she freely flowed into my mind,

and danced with my thoughts so gracefully that i'd lose all sense.

any flimsy attempt to escape her grace left at my wit's end.

if only you knew what those stars of mine hear about you,

when my thoughts of you are clear;

when you aren't a monster i fear.

darling, my senses are clouded,

my mouth, enslaved to the quiet words of love only heard by the stars,

yet i only long for you to hear them.

i longed for you to hear them.