By Gia, age 18, Florida
Sweet Designs Staff Intern
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
they taught us that if we were to get lost,
a star would help us find home.
I've grown older,
way past the age of childhood myths.
It's not a star that brings me home,
The way you smile, or curl your body close to me,
Even after 365 days or so,
butterflies still come alive when I see you.
Come sleep next to me,
let me hear your snores and your body shift,
and then when you wake up,
give me a morning breath kiss.
So the stars will sparkle and shine,
like Coldplay sings.
Maybe even the man on the moon can sing,
for a November night, my dear Dennis,
is just what I crave while being in love.