You are my wish of a shooting star, I would wish for you every time it scars the sky, until the light of me merges into you, making me yours forever and ever and ever.

The insignia of love, the love of the night, when you love someone with all your might, the universe conspires to make that happen.

Sometimes, the first person that comes to my mind, every time I am happy is you and I wonder all these years later, how my heart never made room for anyone else.

I want you on me, your lips on mine, to end the night in your arms.