Your fame is wide; you take it in stride,
But how can I now abide being so close
Not knowing if you even know my name?
Will you hide or claim me for you own?
Oh, when you flow past in the sun-glow
Of day never to stay even though I pray
And my very heart burns to ashen-gray!
Do you know my name? Or am I the same
As every other lover that hovers close
By your side ~ tried, tested and teased ~
To be cast down low by your mere frown?
Do you know my name? Or is your fame
Too great and your appetite to satiate
To be bothered with only me in your sea
Of adoring, star-gazing, praising fans?
Do you know my name?