Who I met two years ago/
November 2nd//
Could find me again/
At the BBC 'round ten/
I lost your number//
I've put too much thought/
Into a chance meeting there/
With my -then, blue hair//
I'm sure you've moved on/
I regret not risking all/
For you- a stranger//
It feels so naive/
But it's hope, not obsession/
That someone is there//
Accepts me for me/
Who turns me on by talking/
Can fight and love well//
Survive a dry spell/
Want to blend kids (though it's hard)/
Whose parents love me//
Do NOT worship me/
Find my inner beauty too/
NEVER pity me//
See me as I am/
Today is not tomorrow/
And I'll do the same
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