I know we are meant to be.
When you’re above,
The plants sprout flower buds below.
Your keyword is perfection.
Now, I don’t know much about astrology but I do know imperfection
I do know reverence
I do know falling short
I felt your pull on July 24th, O beautiful moon.
And now I know we aren’t meant to be apart
I’ll tattoo your message on my heart and always look for you among the stars.