I hope she never knows disapoinment. Because it stings like falling stars hitting your cheek.
I hope she loves like tomorrow that same moon that held her love songs wont turn a cold shoulder to her.
And I hope for all the beauty in life that it sometimes brings her pain.
So she can know in the worth of the stars
When she wakes up next to a lover, with the early sun painting them gold, what it is like to be endless.