In the silence of the night,
there's a sparkling star in sight.
Virtuous flicker like a whit
glimmering like a dancing fleet.

A small, chilly voice whispers,
like winter cold teasers,
passing with a glacial breeze,
those angelic voice makes me freeze.

But

It was you all along,
swaying while I am alone,
singing with a voice of an angel,
enthralled me under a spell.

You're the one shimmering like the stars
guiding me like a sailor lost in spars.