You.
You
It’s a question most have heard before:
What would you do if you were stranded on a desert island by the shore?
What would you want?
No-- what would you need?
I’ve thought long and hard about this
Because the list of things I’d “want” is endless,
Yet, I only find myself in need of one thing.
You.
For every person, there is a match,
A person with whom they are meant to be.
Now, dear, I think you’re quite a catch,
And I’m oh so lucky you’ve chosen me.
As much as I’d love to have books for leisurely reading,
My need for them is quickly receding.
I do love books, I really do.
But I could never need books as much as I need you.
For every person, there is a match,
A person with whom they’re supposed to be.
Now, dear, I think you’re quite a catch,
And I’m oh so lucky you’ve chosen me.
If I weren’t for you, I’d be a mess,
You’re my saving grace, I must confess.
My care might not always be that clear to see,
But, I must tell you: I love you endlessly.
For every person there is a match,
A person with whom they’re supposed to be.
Now, dear, I think you’re quite a catch.
And I’m oh so lucky you’ve chosen me.
So, if you’d like to join, we can get lost together.
And I’d gladly pick you, over and over, forever.