Wishing

I wrote this at age 13:

Through my window the stars shone brightly.
Upon them I'd wish with my heart open widely.
My desires took flight on wings of chance.
Hoping beyond hope to be real at last.
As years would go by, my wishes would grow,
My heart ever open for my wanting to flow.
And then the day came I would wish no more,
For fate had finally come through my hearts open door.
My wishes were granted,
My dreams became true,
On that day, that fateful day
That I found you.