Far across the ebony sky
You lie there quietly, staring at me
As if you have not heard me cry
You have seen me dance in glee

The eight star, counted by many
A chosen speck of light by the deities
To fall in love with an ordinary
I don't think you will fit in this foolish society

For the more, you show your form
The mass will show your pretentiousness
Though I'm younger than them, I can handle your storm
I know some of them will call me blasphemous

A doe of great beauty and love
you balance my life with your weaknesses
As you hide your realness, more will ever disapprove
Even if they hated it, they will be the witnesses.