Like the tide, I come forward and then retreat…
I want to fall into your arms, to kneel at your feet…
Instead, I slip out and disappear into the street.
There is a fear... and a joy...
in this love with this boy.
I am a girl... only a girl.
But sometimes, I dream... and sometimes, I dream
That in our imperfections, in our perfectly matched defections
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