days like this are made for smiling,
giggling at the sound of your voice,
the words you say making me happy, giddy,
your messages of hope rising above the noise
of a world that wants only to distract me
from all the things that don’t matter in the end
for the most precious thing right now
is the sight of your soulful eyes the moment
we stop to pretend that what we have is temporary,
fleeting, and gone too soon
for you are more than a wish I whispered
upon a falling star. you are my sun
and i, your moon.