It's like . . .
My spirit knew you And your voice was a song—lyric smooth Tasha-style Writing me familiar And signing me taken By you even before a thought of you was born. It's like . . . I'm made over in the image of us And what we will become Was expressed in heaven-like and home-at-last words Making me believe that happiness Is a deeper, wider feeling spreading like ocean inside me. It's like . . . I breathe on thoughts of you And on you I can lean, in you I can become The woman, the lover The better half I knew I could always be And for once I know satisfaction. It's like . . . I'm finally saying I'm here A little heart-beaten, and a tad-bit teary-eyed But special delivered to you In the right place, at the right time Cause you were always my destination. And even as I thought God had forgotten me He was simply shaping you to make me complete And building me so that one day I will say It's like . . . My spirit knew you and the rest of me fell in love.
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