[A song, written for my wife before our wedding, circa 1999. – Owen]

Stars up in the heavens
Shining clear and bright
Lights across the water
No one else in sight

Just to say, “I love you,”
And to hold you tight —
It’s loving you that makes
A perfect night

It might be in Paris,
In Boston, or in Rome,
In a fancy restaurant,
Or staying here at home

Just to have you near me,
And to hold you tight —
It’s holding you that makes
A perfect night

I never thought
That I would find someone
Who fills my nights
The way you do

And if I’m blessed
With twenty-thousand more
I’ll spend each night
Loving you —

If tonight the crowds were cheering,
All chanting my name,
And I beheld the glories
Of power, wealth, and fame,

I wouldn’t want to have them
Without you by my side,
For it without you
There is no perfect night

It’s holding you that makes
A perfect night

It’s loving you that makes

A perfect

Night