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.