Just a poem that popped in my head. Read On!
11:11 rolls by.
I make the same wish every night.
By God's will and my own heart.
If you would only see me that would be a start.
But by day I hide my wish
Until that time where magic is rich.
In that minute I am free
To wish with all my might that you might love me.
I'm tired and not very talkative tonight. Wishing, StevieBumpkin2011, signing off!