Hope For the Perfect Love
I sit and wonder why.
Why, is it that I can't find you?
I am picturing what you look like.
Blond hair and blue eyes.
You are the perfect love for me.
Why is it, I see you everyday, and I can never reach you.
To tell you how I feel?
Hope for the perfect love.
That is all that I can do.
I pray that one day you will come to me.
Because you are the perfect love.
Copyright © Pamela Cordaro | Year Posted 2007
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