I sit and watch you smile, or maybe even grin
The placid calm of your expression is how every day should begin
Silence in may a word spoken between eyes not lips so red
Knowledge of happiness stolen from a life so familiar with dread
No candle burns so brightly, no shooting star can bring such dreams
As when I'm lying next to you under the moons blinding beams.
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