He walks in and my heart does a little Pitter-patter
I think to myself, “is he the one?”
He drives me to childhood insanity and sexual ecstasy,
I think to myself, “is he the one?”
Dancing around and shopping in the stores,
I think to myself, “is he the one?”
Crying in his arms, laughing between the sheets,
I think to myself, “is he the one?”
We can talk for hours or not at all,
I think to myself, “is he the one?”
How can something – someone so great not be
So I ask him now, “are you the one?”
-Alana Bender, May 3, 2007
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