The One
When we met I was over joyed
The way you talked to me
made me think that you was the one,
the one for me,
the one in my dreams,
the one in heart,
the one I always thought of,
As we shared each other thought
I started to fall
fall in love with you
I think you was to
As the days grew older
I sat in my room and thought about you
hoping that you and me would be.
Copyright © Lavonne Horn | Year Posted 2006
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