I wouldn't bring you the moon

The thing is I didn't plan to feel this way.
This summer I was fine.
I counted the stars to the sky and I marveled at the constellations
I thought your eyes were like the sky on a clear day
But I wouldn't bring you jewels from the deepest crevice of the ocean.

But after last Friday
I think about the way you run your hand through your hair when the sun comes up
And I think about the shape of your eyes when the sun goes down

It's just that I really liked the ways the stars look
Galaxy spread across the sky
And now I wonder
Might they look better arranged in the shape of your face?

I was so happy on dry land but
Now I'm thinking the bottom of the ocean isn't so far away after all.