Look up,
look up
above the world so high,
look up
look up
into the starry sky.

See how they twinkle,
how bright they do shine?
I know that they are hopeless
because I have a star of mine.

She shines brighter than the hottest dwarf,
aye, not exactly a flattering term to describe,
but I count on you, my reader
to understand my jibs and jibes.

She laughs, like bells on a clear summer's day,
she let's me know she loves me,
in every sort of way.

She hums a small little tune to herself,
whilst carrying on with her tasks,
she knows me on a good day,
and knows when I'm bothered and when to ask.

She's with me,
that's all that counts,
as we lay under the stars.
She's here with me,
watching the passing cars.

I'm so lucky to have her,
my own shining star,
I'm so lucky to have her,
for she shines the brightest,
by far.