He is untouchable,
A king on his thrown
But something about him
Makes me groan,

Maybe its because
I know I'll never get
The chance to feel his embrace
Pull me into his face

Or maybe its that
I'll never know
How warm his body felt,
Now that his skin
Is forever ice cold

But no matter how far
Or how old
My memory of him
Will never be
Anything but gold

Since, he was a star,
Even long before
He found his way into my heart