How do I describe you,

You who has no compare?

How many men turn into green goo

After messing up their hair?

Or devour a falling star

And, with a sparkling array,

Give away his heart

To bring it back again?

I know you can be selfish

And often times you are vain,

But when I was young I made a wish

That true love I would attain.

I knew there were others more deserving,

Others prettier than me,

But the desire was unnerving

In its intensity.

I wanted someone to love

And someone to love be back

I found that when we flew above

The city. I found what I had lacked.