Love is like a starlit sky,
Bright and shining through the dark,
The feelings which should not die,
If they do will always leave a mark.

Trust between two people is there,
They both love each other through it all,
They run their fingers through each other's hair,
And they hold each other close until the Lark's call.

Joy and love go hand in hand,
They go to the movies and  wander about for fun,
She likes going on rides and out to see their favorite band,
He likes dancing and seeing her smile in the sun.

They feel only passion in their each other's heart,
He takes her hand and bends his knee,
He speaks with love; a forgotten art,
He looks and asks "Will you marry me...?"