Like the rising of the sun each day,
Reflecting it’s golden beams.
The moon each night unfailingly,
Illuminating night’s darkness.
The rise and fall of ocean waves,
Which never cease to occur.
This planet, 3 hundred and 65 days
Revolving around the sun,
Sending love through Rays and sunbeams,
Each day from dawn till dusk.
The stars in all of their beauty,
Shining gallantly in the sky,
Piercing through the darkened layers,
To comfort the moon at night;
They say good things don’t last forever,
They- who can’t comprehend our love,
If breathing is a necessity for life,
Then you- my dear, are my lungs.