What I really want

Butterflies in my stomach,
Lying awake for what's to be.
Living for tomorrow to come,
So we can come to be.
Longing to be loved,
Loving to be longed.
Someone to stand beside,
and always do no wrong.
I loved the wrong percentage,
hated the wrong too few.
Half the people in the world,
feel the same as me and you.
We're scared to give our hearts,
yet will eventually let them go.
Because we long for true love,
The kind that grows and grows.
One day we will find it,
One day it will be.
But when that happens,
We'll we be ready?
We'll just have to wait and see.

Blondie