He came when the sun went down,
In dreamy indigo and vibrant violets.
The earth cooled as dusk settled in,
And the brisk air embraced my skin.
If a star was a person, that's who he'd be.
Burning so brightly among the blanket of darkness.
Instead of butterflies, I felt fireflies
When he cupped my chin in his hand.
And he kissed like a midnight breeze.

But eventually, the sun must come up,
And there is she.
Blazing orange and bleeding red
In the light of dawn,
Turning the dewy grass into a field of diamonds.
The world blossoms at her touch
And with...