A loving fan letter

He has that great smile,
the one that captured my heart.

He has those deep brown eyes,
the ones that kill me, drown me, burn me;
with the most intensive fire.

I have never touch him yet
my hands look for him.

I have never kiss him yet
my throat thirst for his tongue.

Is this vibrant feeling of wanting him more and more.
Is this need of seeing him, that kills me slow.

But the most inmense feeling of all;
is the frustration of knowing;

that for more that I love him.
I will never be able to show him my love.

And misery is now my friend
because she understands my soul.

She knows; Im just another ordinary fan,
wishing for my star to come.

I know it will never happen. I mean,
how different could I be from out of the three thousand more?

I have to be real and stick with what I know.
Keep dreaming every night, for his sweet soul.

"Whoever wins your love must have been blessed from above"