Galileo didn't show us everything he discovered
Venus and Jupiter we know about
But the most beautiful of the stars
He kept to himself
Will tell you of the taste of emeralds
And describe the twirling dance of cold, blue snowflakes born two inches away from heaven
I'll reveal the great mystery of how a heart becomes heavier
after its broken
And if you plead with me
I'll confess about how I caught cupid that misty evening
sharpening his silver arrows on the peak of the Kilimanjaro
How I multiplied the length of his laugh as he shot at young lovers by the sum of their heartbeats
to define infinity.
But I won't tell anyone how love became an ink
and inscribed an everlasting song that bound us forever.