It was daytime but you were a shining star on day one,
Whose eyes sparkle as bright as Sirius under the sun.
No, it was not your pretty face that ensnared me.
Blame those eyes which I cannot resist, baby.
It was nighttime and you were a shining star on day two,
Whose face could launch a rocket inside my chest, too.
I was looking for you after day one, yet weeks passed by
Before my longing of you and your eyes bid goodbye.
It was daytime and you were still a star at day three,
Whose presence could give me so much energy for free.
A happy pill I started to take every day, every morning.
I nearly overdosed but thank God, I'm just overjoyed.
It was always daytime and you turned to be my sun,
Whose rays I tried to avoid but I just couldn't run
Away from you and this familiar unfamiliar feeling.
I looked away but you were still there, reigning.
It is nighttime now and you are still the brightest star,
Whose existence could form constellation of words from afar
Baby, you bring poetry out from my deepest soul.
How can I deny this art and beauty when I feel whole?