I did not become real until I spoke to your mother.<\/p>\n
I was a dream, a wish, a hope, a\u00a0thought in your mind’s eye.<\/p>\n
When your mother spoke to me she gave me life.<\/p>\n
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When you met my parents and my cousin months ago,<\/p>\n
in October and January,<\/p>\n
I was sure they were\u00a0who you fell in love with, oh not me.<\/p>\n
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I was only a girl on the go.<\/p>\n
Who knew I would pass your way, and you would turn around.<\/p>\n
Reawakening my love of “Big Head Todd and the Monsters”, Japan, old school R&B, and Phil Collins…<\/p>\n
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You a mirror to my heart.<\/p>\n
How did you know Al B. Sure was my music video Doppelg\u00e4nger, or that I liked the rhymes of Slick Rick?<\/p>\n
Six months ago you saw me with my family and saw the “queen bee” next to her “baby bee”; yes, we are all beach babies.<\/p>\n
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Smiling, you witnessed my “light”, this I never knew.<\/p>\n
How you saw a “light” that you could love, I can barely comprehend.<\/p>\n
“Love at first light”, who knew you would become my friend?<\/p>\n
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Who knew you would love the ocean as much as me?<\/p>\n
You parked the break, as did I.<\/p>\n
You left the cupboard ajar, as did I.<\/p>\n
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You love to love as much as I.<\/p>\n
No hug was too much, or too spur of the moment,even to play music before bed?<\/p>\n
The coincidences, too many to name.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Are we one in the same?<\/p>\n
Can you be my twin flame?<\/p>\n
The stars align us in the sky.<\/p>\n
They brought us together as miracles go.<\/p>\n
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You are a shooting star come true, a prayer, a wish that was dreamt long ago.<\/p>\n
One I cannot say that I put into the universe all by myself.<\/p>\n
Was it you who wished for that dream-girl long ago, or was it a mother’s prayer answered?<\/p>\n
Your’s or mine, I cannot predict the time.<\/p>\n
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It is more than true… the ” light” you see in me is the ” light” I feel from you.<\/p>\n
Feeling happy for no reason…<\/p>\n
I have every reason to be happy and it’s all because of you.<\/p>\n
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All rights reserved copyright(c)2017 Natasha Vanover<\/p>\n
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