I want You, to love.
I believe You're sent from heaven above.
An angel of love You are, a big bright shining star.
Sent from the God above, down here to love.
And I know You love, You happen to love a lot - but just not me. 
Why not?
Every night I stare at the stars and think of You,
And how I love You, just because You are You.
Your name is like a bedtime story complete, 
And the inspiration for going the extra mile in the heat.
I would treat You well, You know I would,
Even in the years when You aren't so good.
Every night I dream of Us and that We kiss under the stars,
The stars made by the same God that loves You for who You are, 
Just like me.
But then I wake up and realize it was just a dream again.
I just lie in bed and cry, because I know the truth,
The same truth that makes me think of why You are You.