Fool's Gold

I once had a tiny star,
it came down from the sky,
I thought we'd always be true friends,
the little star and I.
But when the evening died
and the night sky turned to blue,
the little star kissed my brow
and to the heavens flew.

I once had a red, red rose,
it bloomed beside my door,
and each day that I asked of love,
she answered: Evermore.
She wakened me with fragrance,
she greeted me each morn,
but then one day, her blush turned gray
and all she left were thorns.

I once had a true love
more magnificent then precious stones
it lit the night with passion's fire,
and its brilliance far outshone
the starlight in the heavens
and the sun at break of day,
and all the time I kept this love,
my fears were held at bay.

(But the heady brew that slaked my thirst
soon turned to bitter wine,
my heart and soul were cast aside;
True love was never mine.)

But still I dream that someday,
I will feel the starlight's kiss
and wake again to a perfumed rose,
and laugh with mindless bliss
at the wonder and the magic
of love and passion bold,
and never care that what I seek
might just be foolish gold.