I watched your type,
go across my screen,
and you pulled me into
the dearest dream.

Where love is as pure
as I knew it could be,
so accepting,
and so free.

Now I know what it's like
to be whole,
that someone matches,
the depths of my soul.

A match so perfect
 in every way,
but will we meet?
For that I pray.

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