I fell in love with a complex girl that doesn't know it yet.
Her beauty draws my heart with a painter's brush stroke.
Soft curls in her hair display the mystery in her brooding wake.
The smile in her soul touches mine with the strength of all the stars.
I have been waiting to meet her in this life, as we have many times before.
My mind wanders, my imagination soars, looking and waiting for her.
For some reason I often think she'll have red hair and piercing eyes.
Truth lies when you rationalize those you've loved and lost.
I'm waiting to be surprised, because I know she'll walk through the door.
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