I sit my room,
In my house,
On a busy street.
And I think to myself,
If I knew that one of those cars
Was going your way
I'd become luggage in the trunk.
Or better yet,
I would ask them for a ride.
Because I would like to talk to them.
I would tell them all about
This Angel in the south.
This, this woman that makes me feel.
By the time I reached
They would love you too.
They would love you so much
They would start imagining what our kids
Would look like.
What a our house would look like.
What our love
Would look like.
This is thought they would have
For days on end.
That, dear lady,
Is still only a portion
Of the attention you deserve.
That is only part
Of what I have to give.
You, the Golden Eyed Friend.
You, the woman IN my dreams.
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