Under every full moon memories stir
Of dreamers that we were once.
In youthful days it seldom did occur
That we'd be better if we chose by signs
Whom to give heart and whoever he was
Our soulmate predetermined by the stars.

Our life is how our thoughts it make,
But we instead prefer prepared recipes.
That happiness is something we create
Isn't relevant for those inclined to signs.
But since the signs are subject of the day
Let me explain how my own sign’s defined.

Down to earth and honesty are their traits,
They seem to be among the best of kind,
Sensual lovers, if partner fire ignites in them,
They make him feel he’s luckiest man alive.
Smart and quick-witted, why am I single then,
If Virgo’s sign is most beloved in signs?!

Since happiness is something we create,
Devote yourself to whom you cherish much.
Virgo goes with the Capricorn and Taurus best,
Make good home-builders with capacity for love.
But what if Virgo went with opposite Pisces
Or with the worst than ever match Aquarium sign?

If happiness were defined by zodiac signs,
We’d all be sure to find match precisely right,
Whereas I think devotion and ability to love
Are only must-haves for relationships of ours.