Superstar
Glaring at the heaven above Constantly longing for my far-off love I was searching for a star with a peculiar spark; To the rhythm of its light, I desire to hark. Sat I in a garden of green mists Embraced by the yellow-blooming sugary scents At 7:11 as the golden ball shone up so high Behind the thin smoke, a tail of brightness flew by. A shooting star it was! Such sight charged my chest to pound fast; Before it could fade to where ashes are I whispered to be thy girl, my superstar! My greatest dream is to bend my knees beside thee In a sacred rite of Holy Matrimony Where our loved ones could witness; We say "I do" before we touch lips.
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