I will know the day I meet her
this stranger that is meant for me
Conversations with her
will be a easy as drinking water
and as interesting as a summer day
I will feel in my hands a warmth
that seems to belong there
as if were as normal
as my breath
Her laughter will be long and easy
bright and light on my ears
Her smile will slight and mischievous
speaking a language without words
I know she is out there
somewhere
On foot or on a bike
a surf board or snow board
something to do with gliding
She will read these words
and say to a friend
I wonder if this guy is
talking about me
I better give him something else
to write about if he writes this well
about dream
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