Few have ever witnessed the dancing of the moth
When he flits across the ceiling in the night
A most magical scene as he dances back and forth
And he's never lacking elegance in flight

As he swoops and twirls to a song all his own
A song, of which, us humans will never hear
And at first glance he appears to dance alone
A closer look reveals that something's there

Once he had a partner he loved with all his heart
And when she passed she left a piece behind
For their souls could not bear to ever have to part
So she left her shadow there for him to find

For this serenade's designed not for one but two
It's a tribute for the lovers on this night
Once again they have danced, as lovers often do
Souls entwined together in their flight

They, then, made one last circle around the room
Wings fluttering they flew side-by-side
It seems the sun's rays that morning came too soon
He gave a bow, settled down, and died

Sometimes I lay awake in the middle of the night
Watching shadows as they dance back and forth
And, still, I've yet to see as beautiful a sight
As when I watched the dance of the moth

being me isn't enough
because I haven't reached the sun yet
or eaten the moon

and a girl like me is too ordinary in comparison
to someone who's sampled the heavens
because I swear, when I look at you, someone's
gone and thrown the night-sky into your eyes

and that's where I'd like to be...

some thoughts are better left unspoken
because words don't realign the universe

Venus taught me all she knew of love
and nothing of wisdom
which is why I'm so naive as to waste my
wish on stars

knowing full-well that I'll only ever be a
blip in your galaxy
I'm a falling star and [oh, how I fall...]
I will only ever cause chaos

I would rather hurdle through space and time
than crash and burn at your feet
as much as I long the closeness
I'd fear of singeing such delicate fingers

I'd live for drowning in your sk(eye)s
knowing I'd never be part of your world

but settling for a glimpse of your universe

   I love it when you wake in the morning, sleepy-faced, eyes unadjusted. How not every hair is always in place. The way your eyes crinkle, opening wide and then squinting again, as you try to focus. How you still have this dreamy expression on if you're still tired. When you try hard not to yawn in front of me, and then when you do, you smile guiltily.

   I love spending the whole day with you. How your face becomes so animated in conversation. When you get excited over something your whole face lights up. How I can make you smile so much. Your lips seeming to curl up on their own. When I can say the corniest of jokes and set you giggling. I'll never tire of your smile.

   I love when you're deep in thought and really into the conversation. How your hands seem to always find themselves by your face. Either head resting in your hands or hands resting against your face. Sometimes you, unrealizingly, rest your hands against your cheeks, pinkies together, forming a "w" against your lips. Other times you bite your fingernails absent-mindedly.

   I love it how you pout when things don't go as planned. Mouth tugging down at the corners when you worry. When sometimes you're confused or wondering you tilt your head to the side in question. You bite your lip when you're nervous. How, just about every time you do any of these, it tugs at my heartstrings. Makes me want to grab you in a hug. (And how you know it so you'll sometimes use it to your advantage.) But, please, just don't cry because it breaks my heart. It's like watching an angel that's fallen.

   I love how you get nervous or fidgety. How sometimes you can barely talk. Or when the blush creeps across your cheeks. Face aflame. You'll smile sheepishly and try to hide it. Place your hands over your cheeks hoping to cover it. Or try to find something cool to lie your face against.  Hoping the coolness will rid how your face is flushed.

   I love when you're goofing off. How all barriers are down and everything is out in the open. Joking freely with eachother.  How you'll lift your eyebrow, knowing I can't. And then wiggle your eyebrows goofily. Teasing. How it's fine to stick our tongues at eachother and not care how immature it is. Or how ridiculous we may look.

   I love when you cuddle up beside me. Resting your head gently against my shoulder or in the crook of my neck. My arms circle around you and your hands, fumble, searching for my own. Upon finding them your fingers lace with mine, palms pressed. How you'll sigh, contentedly, when you're comfy. That once you're cozy your eyes will droop. Your breathing slow...

   I love times, like now ,when you're falling asleep. Watching your chest rise and fall rhythmically. Lulling. Your expression completely unguarded. Your face, calm, completely at peace. How you curl against me, clinging, in your sleep. When you mumble softly just before dozing off. And when I sometimes find you smiling as you dream. (You say you dream of me.)

   Sometimes you question how I can put up with you. Other times you argue your worth. You'll cut yourself short not knowing how precious you are. You question what I see in you. How I could stick around. You mention your every flaw and drag up all your faults. Trying to get me to see differently. But despite every flaw you mention, regardless of your faults, and knowing you for all you are and everything you're not...

   All I see when I look at you is perfection.