What shooting stars
October, bouquets and Istanbul
Jumped in the arms of my man’s loving soul
I wept, he cried in sweetness it was
Unforgettable the search and find of love
A warm afternoon and a chilly eve
Back to his home, on his chest to sleep
Myself a year ago wouldn’t believe
I found my love and he loves me
He said he’d wait forever for only a hug
And how those words had deeply stuck
Maybe language and countries kept us apart
Yet he loves me with every ounce of his heart
I’m bound to thank the universe in full
What shooting stars and strings were pulled
To have my baby here with me
You are the ocean where all rivers lead
Alynne Rose
