The minute I read my
first love story as a young
boy I started looking for
you....

The woman God had
made for me, could it be
true....

Unique, exotic, humble,
kind, smart, caring,
giving, passionate and
beautiful....

Not knowing how long
that search would take or
how blind it would be....

With only the love story I
had read, an image I had
formed to give direction
and guide me....

The days turned to
months and months into
years....

Still looking still searching
I would hold your picture
in my heart up to each
person I met....

Comparing, asking
questions and making
conversation silently
hoping for the woman I'd
been sent....

Lovers would come and
lovers would go each
missing somethng from
my heart's portrait of
you....

Still I looked, I hoped, I
knew you would come
true....

God's perfect match, my
perfect woman....

Then we met in that
restaurant, hugged and I
knew it was you. My heart
jumping inside as the
picture came true....

The love story I had been
searching for was
hughing me and saying
"hello"....

We had been together
from the beginning only
waiting to meet....

The story of us was
written by someone much
bigger then ourselves
then placed in our
hearts....

A true love is not met or
chanced upon....

It's carried from the start.