The Heart's First Rose

As the last light of day trickles from the sky;  
the heart's first rose is never forgotten --  
and like your smile is deeper than all seas.  
 
Here, we will etch our names into the ancient pines.  
I'll guess you for a star, however far.  
Out of wandering night we will burn desire with a kiss,  
like this,
I will hold your heart in mine,  
and listen closely to the song of its rhyme.  
 
You are the brightest beautiful,  
the softest song which the rain sings on all my nights,  
my morning light.