A pink sunrise,
High above the clouds,
Releasing all my doubts,
You are the highest prize.

Much did not go as planned,
But right now I am on my way,
During the breaking of a new day,
To hold again, in mine, your hand.

Your eyes will light up as you behold me,
I can already feel our lips meet.
All I can do is admit utter defeat,
As I drown in eyes, blue as the icy sea.