Sublime splendor, my celeste;
Oh, the beat that strikes my chest.
At night I wonder 'bout your day
And if you think of me that way
'Cause when I think of you my dear,
I grin wide from ear to ear,
For your beauty's measured more
Than diamonds and riches galore.
So my dear, it makes me grieve
That I can never quite achieve
Your love; I look on from afar
At my twinkling little star.