Like a princess, she stood wearily upon her balcony and cried out to the world,
"Where oh where are you, my prince charming?"
I looked up to her, yet I could not speak.
I, who was far below her, could not dare to speak out to a fair princess.
She had her prince.
And he was not I.
I paced upon the dirt floor, kicking up the loose tufts of grass, pondering and pondering of how I could bring myself to call your name.
I looked up at the stars and placed my wish.
I wished...
That she whould wish upon a star...
For me.