On the thirteenth of June Marie and Gage
Were having yet another joyous conversation
Rich with spontaneity and enthusiasm
Floating through their veins with elation
Marie and Gage had been ranting and raving
About the stars in the sky
And how the everlasting glow of the moon
Lit up the entire night
Gage said “Your spirit shines brighter than the moon.”
Marie said “If I’m the moon then you are the stars.”
Gage said “Well if I’m a star
Then you’re the star I’m wishing on
And Marie said “You are my wish.”
Those four simple words alone
Had such a heavy impact
Upon the walls of Gage’s soul
As if he had been attacked
Bitten by the insect of love
In a way that was beneficial to his health
And it was doing his heart justice
A feeling Gage had never felt
Were having yet another joyous conversation
Rich with spontaneity and enthusiasm
Floating through their veins with elation
Marie and Gage had been ranting and raving
About the stars in the sky
And how the everlasting glow of the moon
Lit up the entire night
Gage said “Your spirit shines brighter than the moon.”
Marie said “If I’m the moon then you are the stars.”
Gage said “Well if I’m a star
Then you’re the star I’m wishing on
And Marie said “You are my wish.”
Those four simple words alone
Had such a heavy impact
Upon the walls of Gage’s soul
As if he had been attacked
Bitten by the insect of love
In a way that was beneficial to his health
And it was doing his heart justice
A feeling Gage had never felt
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