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.
