I was once asked how much someone meant to me
The answer, at that time was vague, but truthful
To think, someone could mean everything to me
And know that saying so didn’t leave me feeling anything but full.
I opened my heart and allowed them in.
Knowing that I was the one that made all this possible
I knew that not all would be accepting of the idea
But their refusal would only make them out to be the fool
Shoulda coulda woulda had a boost,
The saying by which I live my life.
Thanks be to whatever has chosen
To bring you to part my strife.
The turmoil and pain gone for good
Like you are a doctor operating with a surgical knife
The possibilities are endless.
Someone like you is my dream wife
I cant wait till tomorrow, my thoughts running rampant.
To see you and wrap my arms around you.
I dream of your face, smooth and clear
To see you with your smile like a tattoo.
So permanent, and conforming, I dream again
Anything less than my entire heart would make me feel untrue.
But until I get to see you again.
I must bid my dreams adieu.