My planet runs around a local star,
And slumbers in a cool, restoring shade.
Music, chocolate, and the written word
Are three of its innumerable delights.
Whenever it gets hot, we chill the air.
When it gets cold, we light a fragrant fire.
Ironically, we’re likely to be kind
When we can least afford to be so. I
Have spent two score and then some in this place -
If I take care, I’ve that much time to go -
And this is how I saw things on the night
That someone wrote your number on my palm:
I can’t believe I didn’t burst from joy
The first time you and I came face to face.