Stars

I like the stars for company, and the coldness that hangs in the air by night. I like the idea of being in love, and the heaven that lies in the realm of your touch. I like the stars that season your words, and the gold that coats your heart. I like where I'm at, a tangled mess in your mind that you crazily love. I like every crease on your canvas, and the way you're written by a woman. I like the hues and shades of color, and the way  you have your perfect already carved.