for my boyfriend
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I saw a shooting star again As you were walking me home. I always see one with you. What the reason may be, I will never know. You asked me if I made a wish And for once, I didn’t.
I found you whispering to the moon, Delicately telling her stories As you sat there in her soft glow. In your stories you told Of how stars fall in love And the way they will dance with one another.
I believe one of the most beautiful sights Is looking through my glasses And seeing those smudge marks on my lenses. For they remind me of those passionate kisses We had just exchanged.
And just like that I knew I had found you. My doubts were finally silent, As was the rest of the worlds screaming. Everything was clear and peaceful, That new sense of quiet.