Sixty days until I see you two dress sizes to go you have no idea what I am doing I hope that fate is right my soulmate I know we have never met face to face my heart tells me that you are the one the only one I see you on the telly every now and then I have videos of you magazines with your beautiful face on the cover sometimes I sit in my room with only the flickering flame of a candle trace my fingertips across your picture hope the fates are right When we meet I will be at a size that you can live with not perfect but you do not seek perfection my soulmate Each night I say a prayer for you asking that you stay safe flying all around the country meeting people shaking hands signing autographs sometimes I get so nervous don't want to hear the news that a plane went down with you on it Sixty days, cowboy, when you return to Texas I will be waiting have it all planned our eyes will lock the fates will intervene your soul will sing as mine does each time I hear your name Sixty days to go my darlingBirth sign: Taurus
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