How bright the stars

Is it wrong to feel the way I do?
Surely the God who created us all determines who we love
The same God who put light in the stars put these feelings in my heart
I hope she understands I can no more control my love than a child's wish can still a storm

I want to know everything about her
But all I find on the beach is a pretty shell here, and a smooth blue stone there
I hold them close
While the deep ocean of her is before me; vast, beautiful, unreachable

She thinks that I am already loved
And wishes me well
I ache to tell her everything
Of a love long gone, and lives lost of meaning saying goodbye

Would it be so wrong
To tell truth held inside
To run in the sunshine
To breathe the same air
To wake her with a kiss
To hold her when she cries
To love her when she needs
To never force her hand
To always speak with kindness
To protect her from all things
To give her everything that I am

To live, to love without end, to be loved

How lonely the beach, but how bright are the stars above me.