You sleep with the stars tonight
and you become like one of them,
casting your little light
into a life sometimes dull and dark.
Your twinkle is that mirth,
which starts with your lips;
it blossoms to your eyes,
ends buried in your cheeks.
I see you've grown fond of me too;
even glowing as I gaze at you.
Have I told you that your voice
carries the tune of my dreams
and favorite poems?
Just like that song we use to sing,
you're a diamond in my sky;
and you shine so bright, always
up above my world so high.
/poeticasymptote, the Prose/