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Finally

12/24/2017

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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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