May 1997
Stargazing is my hobby don�t you see?
The star I gaze is right in front of me.
Just out of reach from my open heart.
He is the falling star that I wish would fall straight into my arms.
I would catch him, and never let him go.
He is the star in my cold, dark, evening sky.
His tender sparkle makes me wonder how I could be fonder of him.
If he were mine, I�d never betray him, my precious star.
