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
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!