Paper stars, shooting across the sky,
Brilliant colors, folded up so tight.
Beautiful presents, so full of meaning,
And they are mine to hold forever.
Each star, symbol for a different feeling,
A different day, a fresh piece of your heart.
Each paper, hand crafted, delicate,
And put together with all the care in the world.
And on the very inside, deep in the core,
Different black letters scrawl across the surface,
Spelling out a unique message of our love,
Shining as bright as the real stars themselves.
These paper stars hold our hearts,
And will for years to come.
Never dying out, never becoming lost,
Never losing meaning or strength.