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.