What I'm feeling is quite the cliche
But with so many stars out, what else can one say
I know one of them is you, but which
I'll count and search for you until my good eye starts to twitch
Search for you until I am quintessence of jealous
You are the one hanging with the lunar beauty that makes me zealous
With promises to keep, I shouldn't be joining you anytime soon
Until I can reach you both on my own, grant me your boon