Little bits of me escape to my page
Crossing fingers in hopes you'll come my way
The things of the past don't matter no more
My anticipation itches for you to walk through the door
I envision all the ways you will come to me
Floating continuously in a river of dreams
Excitment swelling like never before
Waiting for the moment you'll walk through the door
Time whispers for me to be patient
For when you do arrive it'll be well worth it
For when you do arrive it'll be well worth it
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