The shine of a star was nothing
to how she shone in the crowd.
The constellations sky made were nothing
to how she was draped in her beauty.
The shooting star was nothing
to how mesmerizing her look was.
The whole sky was nothing
to the universe, she had become of mine.
Some spend their time stargazing
and so do I, the only difference is
I don't have to look up at the sky.