with all the lucky stars,
four leaf clovers and birthday candles
i've always had one wish,
a wish for true love...
it is yet to come.
now i know that my fate is in the hands writing these words...
he isn't perfect,
he's damaged,
a disaster,
but he's there,
all of him...
Our love has never been tested,
in fact its still to be known...
i know nothing for sure,
only that he thinks i'm perfect...
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