Countless tears in my eyes
Wondering what has become
Of my confidence to be "the one"
Sitting in the bitter cold
Appropriate for this man of old
Feeling hopeful that the warmth will bring
A blossoming of the heart come this Spring
I can hear the voices in my head
Clear as day, strong as silken thread
"Be yourself", they say in my sleepless wake
"She will find you and give you her heart to take"
So bold is her beauty
So soft is her voice
So smooth is her skin
So wise is her choice
She can see where my true heart lies
She can release love that will never die
She just needs to reach out and hold my hand
She just needs to let me in so I can understand
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