Copyright © November 17, 2003 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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When I find the one
who is trying to find me,
I will know, and she will see.
I’ll take her hand and she’ll take mine,
and we’ll stroll along the way,
with a love that will not stray.
She will have found her angel,
and I mine,
the kind that most people pray,
will walk into their lives,
on some fate filled heavenly day,
and I’ll hold her heart so gently,
and tenderly to it's core,
and the love will be enduring,
and stay forevermore,
I dream, I pray,
so let it be.