They were the moon and stars at night
They were the clouds and rays of light
She was the rainbow after storms
He was the gentle flake of snow
Her aura colored all his dreams
She was the autumn’s golden leaves.
He wrote about her day and night
And sang her songs of love and life
Their destiny was painted, perfect match
On bright blue skies with rays of light
Their story, written in the stars
Their love did not know space or time
Their love did not know human kind
It did not know she could not hear or read
It did not know that he was blind.