The Day I Met You,
I Found My Home,
The Place I Was Meant To Be.
You Complete Me,
You Make Me Whole,
You Make Me Better,
With You I Am Becoming Who I Was Meant To Be.
I Did Not Find You First,
I Did Not Find You Early,
By The Time I Did
I Was Lost And Scared And Had Given Up
Finding You Was The Journey That Was Meant For Me.
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