you make the sunset stop
to question it's perfection
because your blinding light
is envied by a million stars
that's the reason why
you can't be saved as a word
no words or paintings
could express what I feel
saving you as "my love"
would seem too plain
because your ocean eyes
are the reason the birds fly
addressing you as "my man"
would seem too possessive
because you're mom took time
to make such a beautiful dime
calling you "my earth"
would leave disgrace in heaven
because you mean more
than a thousand galaxies combined
