Dearest, remember last December night
when a forlorn star fell from the sky?
And even as it beautifully burned,
it left a trail of ashes behind.
You followed the star as it faded from sight
and I followed a tear that rolled down your eye.
Dearest, I had so much to tell you then
but my words were lost in that view
where the star had fallen and died
and I, too, fell and died for you.