I've dreamed of the day, and yet I wait.
I know there is someone for me, and yet I wait.
Am I the only one? no, there's others, and yet they wait.
Will the wait turn to be good?
Only you can dream that it is, and make it yours.
Love is not meant to be passed around like disease,
you say it, you mean it, you make it.
If you don't, you only hurt.
Stop the hurt.
--Michael Beckwith
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