It wasn’t magic how the planets lined up,
Neither, will the boys that line up for you.
You had even see the same smiles lit up,
And you thought, sunny days came for you.

If memory serves my right, a time came up,
When you though that all of this was blue.
When only looking at the stars, up, up and up,
Like tittles, those stars to each planet like glue.

But who will bring you thoughtfulness tied up,
With strings of kindness and sung in tune.
None, gifted more, for the reasons to give up,
Hoping even a day with you, would be soon.

©2008, Ron Globe