Star Struck

The grey in his eyes makes me happy,

reminds me of love,

I feel like soaring in the air like a dove,

though most would think me sappy,

Imagining him makes me fluttered,

to the point my butterflies,

almost reject delicious custard,

Filling my head with lies,

negativity returns,

To be with him my heart urns,

all the stars in the sky,

can not amount to the sparkle in his eyes,

At the thought I try not to cry,

because to be without him would be my demise.