Will I ever meet you?
Will I have butterflies in my stomach?
When I finally meet you?
Will it be my beauty that draws you to me?
My stubborn nature, to do things my way?
Or my boisterous laughter that makes you mine?
Will I be your Rose, and you my Jack?
Will I ever know?
Alas, only time will tell.
If I will ever meet you, my beloved.
The one for whom my soul so eagerly yearns for.
The ying to my yang.
My one and only true love.