Sparkle

 The road before us is shortened

with each and every passing day

and the story of life is written as 

nothing we can do will change it.

Tears won't wash it way 

for every beginning there is an end,

we are granted the number 

to challenge the time that is spent. 

So grateful am I 

that I have experienced love, 

that someone had cared enough

to rearrange the stars above.

The night sky appears different,

the moon belongs to you and I 

and the star shines brighter 

like the sparkle in your eyes.