I wanted the match inside the sun
I finally found it inside of you
Nobody had to tell me where to look

What makes light out of darkness
What makes your eyes sparkle
Blinding love is what made me look

Now that you’re mine
And I’ve found all these things
I always knew how it would look

What reflects dreams only with dust
We saw it happen again in the night sky
We both know which way to look

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on April 18, 2019:

Thank you Larry for taking the time to read my poem and for your kind remarks.

Larry Slawson from North Carolina on April 17, 2019:

Very nice! Thank you for sharing!