You are the one I think of when I wake up in the mornings. The one I picture when people talk about love. The one daydream about. The one every love song I sing is dedicated to, and the one who makes the songs make sense. You are the one.
The face I see when I close my eyes is yours. The eyes I want to see when I wake up are yours. The hand I want to hold is yours. The lips I want to kiss are yours. The voice I want to hear is yours. The one I want to be, is yours.
You are the one I dream of under every shooting star. The one I think of on every 11:11. The one I hope for when I blow out all my birthday candles. The one I wish for on every eyelash. You are the one.
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