once in a blue moon,
that's how the story goes.
sitting at the waters edge, 
listening as the wind blows.
how can i be so sure?
so sure as to who truly feels my warmth?
they say, "we all find love from someone."
but is this really my "someone"?
the thoughts and doubts i've made,
yearning for his touch.
and now i weep soft, soft tears of joy,
as i am finally in his arms.