The sun can't be compared to moonlight's gleam,
Nor to a billion stars that softly beam.
For it's the one that stays, both near and far—
Through joy and sorrow, my guiding star.

And so, my heart can't be compared as well,
Its steady song, no storm could ever quell.
My mind still burns, it does not tire or stray,
It carves my rightful place from night and day.