The Scrapper of Oz begins

You are my dream - poem reads

You are the one my dreams are made of,

Full of understanding, warmth and love.

These feelings I thought for only fairytales,

But you are the winds that fill my sails.

The honesty we share between us two,

Keeps this connection very dear and true.

We can talk about good times, talk about bad.

Talk about the present and the past that we had.

You accept me for me, for who I am.

My opinions and thoughts you never condemn.

There's nothing of me you ask or expect,

We have for each other the deepest respect.

It's truly amazing how you make my heart smile,

And you do it with such a graceful style.

Keeping my heart smiling all through the day.

And for you, I do thank God, when I pray.

You are the warmth of the sun upon my face,

You're the calm to survive the rapid rat race.

And when you say "Darling", I get butterflies,

Like a little school girl, with puppy love in her eyes.

You can melt all the tension and ease all the pain,

Making all refreshed as a cleansing spring rain.

And looking in your eyes, I can see the sunrise.

And your excited hellos, like all the Fourth of Julys.

When talking for hours, seems only minutes passed.

And the conversation can forever last.

Your hug, so firm, and yet so tender,

Forces all my fears to immediately surrender.

There's a bond and a trust that's so very strong.

That I feel it is with you I truly want to belong.

A feeling of security, a safe- haven if you may.

And within this dream, I wish to forever stay.

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