I often pray to the stars above,
To somehow, someday, feel your love.
The wishing becomes stronger,
And I can take it no longer.
To feel your arms around me,
And oh how sweet that would be.
To me, your love would be extacy.
Knowing that everyday,
You'll love me in every way.
But I know much better than this,
None will happen, not even a kiss.
So I sit, and I wait.
Knowing this may be my fate.
That I will never have your love
I often pray to the stars above.
©Mandielynn 2/98
