Oh Shooting Star

Late at night, my teary eyes

Catch a comet, as it dies.

Oh shooting star, oh won't you please

Bring to life my weary pleas?

I beg of you to hear my cry

As you traverse the midnight sky!

Love me just as boys love girls,

Yet never me, I clutch my pearls

The way I wish a boy clutched me.

Oh shooting star, why can’t you see?

You’re a beauty in our eyes,

And blessed beauty never cries.

Ugly cries in constant pain,

And so I’m gloomy, pressed and plain.

Death is certain, falling, falling;

Men will catch the most enthralling,

Leaving me to pass along,

As I recite my sorry song.

Graceful comet, hear me cry,

Shall heaven come before I die?

A fair queen’s needed by her king;

She’s blessed to be a pretty thing.

A pretty thing, I wish to be!

Alas, the comet doesn’t see.