Music to my song

I was sort of hoping,

that you would come along.

Like the answer to a prayer,

and the music to my song.

Like the kind of things that happens,

at a special place and time.

That will change our lives forever,

like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,

I ever knew your name.

And now that I have found you,

we will never be the same.

So, pardon me, if I look at you,

forgive me if I stare.

At the fantasy I knew before,

I saw you standing there.

For I was always hoping,

that you would come along.

Like the answer to a prayer,

and the music to my song.