You.
You're the person God described to me in my mind.
I thought I was dreaming.
A pure fantasy of the figment of my imagination.
You.
Stood the right height.
You had that certain weight.
Highlighted by a lovely smile.
I pinched myself just to be sure.
That you wasn't a ghost to me.
For you were standing out of my dream before me.
I reached out and touched you.
Even was carressed by you.
And that's when I knew you was real.
Yes, you.
The woman of my dreams.
Yes, you.
Forever sweet and never ever mean.
You.
With a quality so very rare.
You make any man proclaim to be lucky you're his girl.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
You.
You're the person God described to me in my mind.
I thought I was dreaming.
A pure fantasy of the figment of my imagination.
You.
Stood the right height.
You had that certain weight.
Highlighted by a lovely smile.
I pinched myself just to be sure.
That you wasn't a ghost to me.
For you were standing out of my dream before me.
I reached out and touched you.
Even was carressed by you.
And that's when I knew you was real.
Yes, you.
The woman of my dreams.
Yes, you.
Forever sweet and never ever mean.
You.
With a quality so very rare.
You make any man proclaim to be lucky you're his girl.
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