Giving up the Dream?

Tears paint the picture
of your face before my own.
But no matter how many tears I shed,
or prayers I say,
or stars I wish upon,
nothing brings you closer.

Whispered wishes to the starlight.
Prayers uttered in the dark.
Wishing.
Wanting.
Hoping.
Longing.
And getting nothing in return.

Am I blinded by love?
Do my tears drown out reality?
A hopeless Romantic?
A naïve little girl?
or
Determined for a reason?
Really in true love?

Looking up into the stars at night,
thinking how you see them too,
but may think of someone else.
Someone else than me.

How long do I keep on waiting?
Wishing.
Hoping.
Dreaming.
Of something that will never come to be?