"If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die."

This highway teems alive at night
With dusty clouds in streaking lights
To guide the moths all seeking life
With the never near and never far
When two hearts find their missing part
Making the picture perfectly clear
This was what they needed from the start

Time divides in subtle ways
The life of love doesn't age with days
And when all else has failed, love remains
Not sunsets near, nor sunsets far
They cannot change hearts or stars
From beating bright into the night
And seeking each other in streaking lights