You Are the Chicken and You Are the Egg

Wrote my dream woman on a blank piece of paper, Said she was this, and this, enjoys this, and that, And most important of all, she must laugh at my jokes. (You see, my darling, I do them no justice) Said list was long, but I found it acceptable and true, It was, however, uncanny how it seemed to be you, Fitting into the interlaced riddle of my specified peculiarities. (The chicken and the egg conundrum thus begs itself) Were you simply the fit, or were you, in fact, the mold? Are you the dream realized, or did the dream just materialize After having only gotten to actually know you in this life? (I'm just going to take a shot at making you laugh) How did the chicken go to the other side? It crossed Knock knock! I'm the one who's there. My dream woman, and you. Now, which came first? (Psst... The answer's here, but I'm not telling you where)