The one they write all the songs about.

I want to know what it's like to be in love.
To be so in love where problems are only,
temporary.
To be so in love,
you are proud.
To be so in love with living.
To be so in love with someone who makes all else,
beautiful.
To be so in love where the hard lessons,
make sense.
I want to be so in love that I can play in the rain again.
I want to wake up and although completely unsure in life,
I'll know that I'm in love.
To be so in love that I can dream.
For now,
I dream to be in love.

I have enough anger to light a fire and do nothing but stare.
I have enough sadness to sacrifice who I am,
for who I want to be.
I have enough fear,
to find comfort in it.
I have too much.
I have so much, that I sit here, and reminisce on the days I enjoyed.
I've given up on finding happiness within myself.
This doesn't mean I can't see the beauty I experience.
The sound of rain accompanied
by the smell
I can't explain.
The consistency of the sun and the moon.
They chase after each other,
every day,
every night.
The moments they are together,
are the moments we admire.
They have a love story unlike any other.
Maybe,
those I pass on the bus,
will one day have a love story to tell.
Maybe,
the stars wish on us,
for their moment.
Do you think the water listens to the sand and finds it
beautiful?
I hope one day I find my moon,
I hope they meet me,
and we'll find our beautiful, too.
Maybe then,
our beautiful will be my happiness,
again.