Wax Spilled

To any one who has loved the unattainable Scanning, searching the stars, nights pour in to months, months into years, until finally at long last, I saw you gleaming in the distance. Gracefully you shine, Up staging even the moon, and when it rains you reign. Every word you wrote, lit a candle in my eyes. Wasn't long before my eye's were like a cathederal on Christmas Eve. Candle's burning like a great fire, warming the halls of my heart. Wasn't your fault the wax spilled and burned my cheeks. The stars never ask us for our wishes, they can't even hear us, but we give them just the same.