True Love

As I sit near my open window,
A breeze moves the clouds over the moon.
My one bright star in the heavens is hidden from me once again,
Every morning the same, just a glimpse of that star,
Between the rain clouds that seem to drag me down.
Every night I stare out my open window.
Towards my bright star I love,
My star is like a love.
Sometimes there, sometimes hidden.
You know it's there but you just can't reach it
Only time can tell when the clouds will reveal you again.
My one true love hidden by those gray clouds.