These are my words, not stolen from some great writer

I often dream of the day we meet
A small coffee shop or a quiet park
A place of little interruption
I dazzle you with my witty repertoire
and ask you questions you are unprepared for
In return
you inquire about myself
My deepest passions
My darkest fears
My passionate love
My interesting life
And I tell you
Music is my passion
This is my fear
You are my love
and My life has only begun

My heart is attempting to rip through its cage
To find its kindred spirit
Within reach
I want you to take me
Into your arms
Warm me with your smile
Teach me from your knowledge
And indulge in my innocence

My hand will fit perfectly into yours
This, I guarantee