Land of Milk and Honey

In the Land of milk and honey where everything wears lights. The people are perfect and shine like stars. That is, of course why they are called such. In the glamour you are entwined, encircled and enam You smile, and Times Square fades into darkness. You cry and Lady Liberty wipes your tears. I could never compete I am not a flawless beauty, nor am I an aristocrat, so I would never be your hearts desire. But I will sit in the audience of average people looking on at you shining on stage teasing me with your utopian song, knowing that I will never be the one your longing for. I know I'm destined to spend my life watching, wishing and wanting you. Beautiful, immaculate you. Loved by imperfect, inadequate, inferior me. Incomplete