Two of my major influences when it comes to writing are Nicholas Sparks and Mariah Carey. I know it’s a bit odd, but she’s underrated severely as a writer. Here is a song from her Daydream (1995) album which she wrote. The lyrics of which are mesmerizing:

One summer night 
We ran away for a while 
Laughing, we hurried beneath the sky 
To an obscure place to hide 
That no one could find

And we drifted to another state of mind 
And imagined I was yours and you were mine 
As we lay upon the grass 
There in the dark 
Underneath the stars 
(Young love) 
Underneath the stars

Weak in the knees 
Wrapped in the warm gentle breeze 
So shy, a bundle of butterflies 
Flush with heat of desire 
On a natural high

As we drifted to another place in time 
And the feeling was so heady and sublime 
As I lost my heart to you 
There in the dark 
Underneath the stars 
(Young love)

Beautiful and bitter sweetly 
You were fading into me 
And I was gently fading into you 
But the time went sailing by 
Reluctantly we said good-bye 
And left our secret place so far behind 
And I lay in bed all night and I was 
Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting

And I was yours 
And you were my own 
My own baby 
As we lay 
As we… 
Lay underneath the stars

Oh February, what you do to me?

(Source: jerardeusebio)