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Who

Who will it be
That grows old with me
Enjoying the quiet moments
Of an empty house
Still echoing
With the noise of young life

Who will it be
That comes to know me
In the way
That no one ever has
In the way
That no one else
Ever will

Who will it be
That comforts me
When the tears fall
About everything
Or nothing at all

Who will it be
That receives a smile from me
First thing in the morning
And last thing at night

Who will it be
That finds me
Ready to love
Ready to trust
Ready to give over
My particular brand of lust

Who will it be
That captures my heart
And takes my hand
And walks with me
Down this road of life

Do I know you already
Or have we yet to meet

I think I am ready now
Transformation complete.