How could anyone look at the infinite spectrum of colors

The undiscovered shades of pink and yellow and orange in a sunset

And say that God doesn’t exist

How could anyone lay on their back in the twilight hours

Looking at the constellations with hard to pronounce names

And say there’s no such thing as magic

How could you look into the mirror

And see your reflection in all its shimmering shining glory

And still not think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened

And how could you look at me

With my crooked smile and eager eyes that never stop looking at you

And not realize that you are as godly as the setting sun

As magical as the aligning stars

And my best and greatest and favorite story