Hazen

Dedicated to the love of my life, my husband: Justin K. Hazen

December 19, 2008

She can't believe how lucky she is

every time she hears him speak;

It's like the dawn of a brand new day,

where the sun has just begun to peak �"

 

Over the horizon and into the stars,

revealing the beauty of what they are.

Every time he laughs, it lights up her world,

she couldn't believe the colours that swirled.

 

And she can't believe how lucky she is

every time she looks in his eyes;

The sun rises ever higher

igniting her skies.

 

Almost white, the sky so blue,

though his smile holds a brighter hue.

Wishing for his touch, praying him closer;

Crimson on her cheeks, of that she's sure.

 

Oh, she can't believe how lucky she is,

every time he looks at her;

Quickly time passes, moving in slow motion,

for every hurt he is her cure.

 

The sun droops tired, exhausted from his trip.

Silly words from their lips then begin to drip -

Though she wouldn't have it any other way.

Silently the sun disappears, ending the endless day.

 

Yeah, she can't believe how lucky she is

every time she says his name;

The sun is gone, but there's still warmth.

Love is no simple game.

 

As the sky grows grey and the moon shines down,

clouds roll slowly, they're heaven bound.

The breeze rolls lightly, dancing in their hair;

They promise one another to always be there.

 

Oh, and she can't believe how lucky she is

drifting to sleep in his arms;

His whispers fill her ears

keeping her from harm.

 

The fog clouds in, dimming the light.

Her mind floats to dreams as he whispers:

"My love, Goodnight."