Oh sweet Starchild, how did you get the whole wide world under your stunning spell?

However did you manage to get the universe enthralled inside your infantile little grip?

Oh, you scralet bud of rose and first fig of the poetess and of the summer's early belle!

Oh how you better all the ugly atrociousness of life, that lovely is even your thorns' prick!

For you the the pens of scribblers weave marvels, the sullen rejoice and burst into song!

Oh, Starchild, how did you unhinge the door to those old cynics' defeated, rusty heart?

My darling, know that noone and nothing will ever be the same since you came along.

For your smile's brighter than the sun, and your laugh, your cry can split the skies apart!

Before you, all things big seem somehow lesser, insignificant, meaningless and small.

Oh, Alpha and Omega, first and last wonder of humankind's most wondrous of wonders!

How you awoke aroused and brought out the heroes within us ready to grow ten feet tall.

Should I be asked to whom my soul belongs I'll point at you and proudly say "I'm Hers."

And I shan't weep that my existence isn't but a mere means to keep you safe and well.

But oh, sweet Starchild, do tell; what did you do to get me under your stunning spell?!