You're not yet the one I dream of
but sometimes are anyway
You're not yet the one my heart runs to
but I miss you when you're away
You're not near, so I can't hold you
But I wish I could, and with you spend a day
You're my friend
And if I may....
I feel you
You're special to me, in your own special way!
Too much in life we care about slips away
Seems rarely a caring friend comes our way
Pray you'll stay
Because I care, more than I say
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