Reminiscing on a Starr...

 She is the girl I dream of.
Daily she taunts my heart,
Yet all I want to do is love.

Her name is Starr, the dove,
She wants my heart, but only a part.
She is the girl I dream of.

I want to take off her glove,
Kneel and look at that hand of art.
Yet all I want to do is love.

To put a ring on that finger above,
A dream too real to start.
She is the girl I dream of.

So I open my arms for a hug,
But you deny my heart it's lark.
Yet all I want to do is love.

Its obvious what i reminisce of,
Starr, whose heart is sweet yet tart.
She is the girl i dream of,
Yet all I want to do is love.