Waiting for the one who will walk beside me;
not in front of me nor behind me.
The one who will be there to take my hand;
and tell me that he understands.
Someone to be there through good and through bad;
the one who will cheer me whenever I am sad.
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Waiting for the one who can take me to that place;
where all cares are left behind and I see only his face.
That face that I want so much to explore;
to touch, taste and feel his lips and much more.
The one that will let me go on a journey with my hands;
searching and learning everything that I can.
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Waiting for the one who will let me be me;
who won't try to change me and will let me be free.
Free to enjoy the things that I treasure;
the things that I love and that give me pleasure.
One who will be there to share all these things;
and will know in his heart all the joy that they bring.
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Waiting for the one will take time to feel;
who will have no doubts that what we found is for real.
One that can hold me and whisper my name;
who can touch me so lightly but still start a flame.
A flame that will burn hotter with each touch of his hands;
one who can bring my body to life as only he can.
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Waiting for the one that can hear my hearts cry;
who will show me the way and make my soul sigh.
The one who is waiting for the same things I need;
he will find me one day and then we'll both see.
How wonderful life can be when you share;
your heart with someone that you know truly cares.
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