You say make the sky my paper.
One quest I have to conquer.
A million words to write, I cheer!
No ink. No blots. No smear.
Least I need is to be sincere
As my heart flows with such sheer
In claiming you as my very own dear.
A hundred stars form a sphere
As you cross the 7 seas to be here
and whisper sweet nothings to my ear.