I’ve seen the northern lights
and it’s green and red haze
damn near drove off the road
in the ensuing awe-struck daze

That’s nature at it’s most perfect
beauty that stole my breath
the closest I’ve come to witnessing flawless
I thought I was ready to see death

Then you came along
with your scent, and your touch, and the things you said
and your goddamn eyes
and I still catch breath

and I offer myself
and I am fault
I give you what I have
without a halt

You’re like nothing I’ve ever seen or felt
I’m faced with feelings
with which I’ve never dealt

and the aurora borealis
that almost killed me
is a dying flashlight compared to you

So I’m sorry I don’t have the world sitting at your feet
because that’s what you deserve
and I want you to come close to that someday
that you haven’t yet makes me burn

and I’m sorry that you find it odd of me
If I still see you as the light of day
you don’t see the person in the mirror
that owns the stars, and doesn’t know it anyway

But even if your greatness
isn’t quite self observed
I still need to measure up
and offer you more than written word

and the main reason for my apologies
whether spoken or kept deep within
is I seem to offer less and take more
from the reason for the universe’s grin

so pardon my heartfelt sadness
at the fact that I’m giving less by the day
to the one great thing on earth
that ever looked my way.