A glistening light of a thousand stars.
The moon hangs so bright...

And if the sun sets too soon,
I'll wish upon the brightest star...

The night begins to grows quiet,
while my mind starts to grow loud...

The ceiling hangs low and the world starts to...
If I hold my breath now I won't feel a thing...

You could search for a lovey-dovey poem,
but not any will be as true as this...