Why Can't We All Be Stars

When I'm not close to you I want to die,
I'm so imperfect, why do I try?
He likes me, so how could one such as I,
Be perfect enough for him, I dare not pretend or lie.
When I look into that horrid piece of glass,
I feel lesser than even middle-classed.
For compared to him, compared to a star,
Oh how I am nothing, nothing by far.
How defective I look, how flawed I am,
What makes me think, for me, he could give a damn?
When he holds me tight, I want to shrink,
When he looks at me I dare not even blink.
Because when his angelic eyes look at me, oh when he does,
I never was a small warm puddle, I human being, I once was.
But those eyes, they petrify my cold stormy heart,
That warm feeling lingers forever, it does not depart.
And once you feel that feeling, the feeling that makes you want to melt,
You never again want to not have that feeling, that feeling you felt.
When you stare upon him, your heart beat ceases,
And you'll find your breathing quickly increases.
He stole my heart, my breath, my soul,
Now over my ice blue heart, I have no control.
My heart now beats for him,
I don't mind, it's what I much prefer.
But the yearnings to hold him drive me insane,
The dark glow in my heart I can no longer contain.
Everywhere I look, I see only his face,
And every night I dream, I wish for his embrace.
To feel his soft gentle touch, that's all I desire,
Then it'd be more than that, a simple touch is not all I would require.
Because a touch, would seem so much,
But then I'd want to be held, I'd be compelled.
Yet to be held, I would have to stop there,
My heart I am not sure how it would fare.
I am certain, by then, it would be softly crying,
Surely convinced that in order to feel this way it would have to be dying.
To be held by one such as you,
I would not believe that it could be true.
If you ever do hold me, don't wonder why I cry,
I promise you that if you do, I won't try.
But to be held by you, to be held by you,
My heart's tears I could not subdue.
To be in the arms of such perfection,
Why would you hold something with so much dejection?
Hold me close, I won't cry long,
Could feeling so warm, be so wrong?
Even when you speak normally, you're singing a song.
That's how amazing you really are . . .
It's such a sad thing, we all can't be twinkling stars.
You're so perfect, in my eyes,
I may be sweet, but I don't tell lies.