Silly of me to think that I would ever find a loving guy for my active little soul and yet I grow old silly of me to think that he could love me the way I need to be cherished abound all that foolish love I thought that I found so leave me to Hope and wish you think of me just I like this not just a fling or any casual or usual thing but a love that is so rare that it would take years to hold so dear silly of me to Dream On past all the hurt The shame and the scars for someone just for me the way I dreamed it should always be