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She knows exactly what she wants in the end,
 
To grow old, holding the hand of a friend.
 
To hold his heart and to trust him with her own.
 
To know his love will always keep her warm.
 
She knows what she wants and she knows what she needs,
 
Yet still she waits
 
and waits
 
just to see…
 
Will the journey to the end
 
be all she ever dreamed?
 
Will he take her by the hand
 
and offer his love freely?
 
She tries to be patient,
 
to have faith in herself alone.
 
She takes each step
 
with bated breath
 
and steps out into the unknown.

~ A. Saam

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