The Story of Me and You
So many times I thought of you,
Only to feel like such a fool –
Who was I to be thinking of you,
When I had nothing to offer,
No dream that was promising,
No hope that was viable,
No love that was conceivable.
So many times I thought of you,
Your kindness, your smile
The way we talked for a while.
But, even then, I surely knew
I couldn’t hope to understand
All the reasons, all the plans
How many things were holding me back
From taking your hand – I won’t pretend,
It was a hard place for me to comprehend.
So many times I thought of you
But it would be years
Before the feelings were secure,
Before the music wasn’t blue,
Before the story was more than true,
The story was almost new –
The story of me and you!
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