A Year and a Half Late
His blue eyes haunt my every dreams
Being with him will be very hard it seems
Him so far and me over here
And so for him I cry my every tear
A year and a half he's been at my fingertips
A year and a half ago, he could have kissed these lips
But he just told me recently who he'd like to be
Now he'll be my eyes when I can't see
He'll be the one I chose to be with --- to love
For he doesn't know he already had me at the first hug
His body warms my soft insides
All my tears he has wiped dry
Waiting for him is painful but worth the wait
Even though he's a year and a half late
Now he's mine and I'm glad it's true
It feels so right to say, "I love you," and direct it toward you
Although right now we are apart
What keeps me going is knowing he's in my heart
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