I can see countless stars in your eyes,
and your smile’s what keeps my heart alive.
How you see me, in every which way,
is why I love you—each and every day.
And there’s not a moment that ever goes by
where I’d rather call someone else mine.
Unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me,
even if I am weird, or strange, or a little quirky.
At least I am real, and my words are true,
in which case I am happy to tell you
that I love you, and all that you are—
and in my universe, you are my shooting star.
