Impractical

I know it's almost impossible,
We're to far apart.

But it's impractical to stop my heart,
Its rhythm of your poems.

The messages I receive,
Filled with sweet songs.

Smiling and blushing,
Pondering if you feel too.

Feeling like a child,
Little with a crush.

Wishing on a the bright star,
With pennies falling in the water.

Maybe a fairy will help,
Maybe Cinderella's godmother.

Can you read between my words,
Laying is my passions.

Will I ever really see,
How beautiful are you?

I wish we can be,
More then just lines of poetry.