My Dream Is You
Once, I was afraid I'd never find someone
To really care about.
I wanted someone perfect,
At least for me.
A special kind of talking, an honest way of listening;
No being afraid to laugh or cry;
Kindness and understanding; fun and excitement;
Someone who would lift my heart with joy.
I guess I expected a lot, but I'm a believer!
And I believed that someday;
Someone's particular magic;
Would transform my life.
So, in spite of all the waiting, all the loneliness,
All the almost-giving-up,
It's been worth it;
It's all been worthwhile.
And wishes really do come true,
Because what I always wanted
Isn't a dream -- it's you.


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