I was sort of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like a vision from a dream,
And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a dream I had of mine.

The dream had always been there,
But I never knew your name,
And now that i have found you,
Life will never be the same.

So pardon me if I look at you,
Please forgive me if I stare,
In the dream I always knew you,
You were always standing there.

For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like a vision from a dream,
Or the music to a song.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Aequitas, in the year 431 AD.