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Whenever I turn around

I see someone holding hands

I see someone cuddling up

I see two people together.

Together as one.



Whenever I turn back around

I ask why is it always them?

Why is it never me?

Why not me?



When I’ve found what I’ve been looking for.

Someone to hold hands with

Someone to cuddle

And someone for me to be together with.



There is no other for me

Because what I’ve found is so rare

Like a pirate finding buried treasure

Only better...



I’ve found a person so beautiful

She makes every model look like a man,

Ive found a person so thoughtful

She makes mother Teresa look selfish.



And I’ve found a person so perfect for me

That I can never let her go.