it isn't in the way that you seem to read my mind
and it's not how you tell me all your wildest dreams
it can't be the brightness of your illuminating stare
no, i can't figure out just how you got to me
but you got here, it's true, like no other has before
and i'm scared, excited, anxious, trembling just to see
what we make of this, where our dreams will lead our feeble hearts
and all that we allow ourselves to be.
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