Out there in the wide wide world,
Their is someone,
Who lives with the exuberance to match your passion.
That likes to run and climb and hike up mountains.
And lay on quiet hilltops to gaze at the stars.
Who will suddenly see you,
And unbidden bound into your arms.
Will match your caresses with their own.
Whose sweet voice will be like soft silk on your eardrums.
And whose every recess will match your curves,
So that you will fit together like Lego.
They will smell just right,
And will thrust their face deep into your nape,
And take in long draughts,
Of essence of you.
They will be your complement.
And you will regret any time that you missed,
Before you met.
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