Superstar
Superstar is how I feel whenever you are around.
Because you are like a celebrity in a way I found.
It's probably in a manner your voices have sound.
I admire you a lot; still your feet are on the ground.
Superstar you are my Honey in that city so glamorous.
In the movie icon wax museum it was just marvelous.
Though even on our way to that state it was dangerous.
We had a great weekend on our honeymoon so fabulous.
Superstar was the thousands of our pictures in Las Vegas.
Like, one in front of the Arc of Triumph was with a class.
The night time photo of Venetian edifice we didn't surpass.
It was all wonderful; we left the second day after the mass.
Copyright © Mary Wyndee Macaraeg | Year Posted 2007
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