Untitled Poem by Kevin Lynch

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Someday, I hope for somebody that is just like you,
Someone just as beautiful, cheers me up as you do,
With flowing hair and eyes that amaze!
And she'll be so awesome, she'll put me in a daze.

I'll say loads of sweet things, and she'll say some back,
We'll have such great times together, our love will never lack,
Kisses and kuggles, massages and hugs, long night chats too,
But she'll be right for me no matter what, as long as she's like you.

Cause there's something about you, I can't put my finger on,
My heart was in a concrete bunker, and you were the bomb,
You blew my heart free, and day by day, my love would grow,
But it took me a while, before I told you and let you know.

Well this girl that I hope for, I hope she'll understand,
What I feel for her, when I kiss and hold her hand,
She'll know how to reply when I say 'I love you',
And after she replies, she'll kiss me too.

I'll put my arm around her, and pull her in tight,
She'll rest her head against me, everything will be alright,
Never a moment of sorrow, only joy and glee,
She'll be there always, always there for me.

She'll be sweet, nice, kind and understanding,
And I will never mind if she is demanding,
Because I shall deeply love her so,
And I won't care if the entire world would know.

And we'd be so happy together, if only it weren't a dream,
Life chucks nasty things at you, its like a sorrow machine,
Hitting you when you least expect it, and teasing all the time,
And thus I'll never have what I desire, its merely a dream of mine.

Again and again people will always come and go,
But the sorrow built up inside me I hope to never show,
Until who I desire, until she comes to me,
She'll banish it forever, and finally I'll be free.

But I'm a fool, for this will never happen, but I want it to be,
I'll wait and wait forever, but this girl I'll never see,
In the end I guess, it's lonely how I shall die,
I think I'll shed my tears now, just sit here...and cry.

But my hope will continue forever, I'll still want it in the end,
But I'd much rather have you back again, and hope my heart will mend,
And I'm sorry if I upset you, sorry if I made you cry,
But I'll care for and remember you, right up till the day I die.

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