I've dreamt about you my whole life.

I know that you are perfect,
and you're favorite color is green.

I know every detail of your life,
and about that time you hit your dad.

I know your good times and bad ones,
and have seen all the times you've cried.

But you are just someone I've dreamt of.

The real you isn't perfect,
and makes mistakes all the time.

I don't know every detail of your life,
and there are some things you don't tell me.

I don't know all the good times and bad ones,
and i haven't seen all the times you've cried.

I could never have dreamt up the person that you are.

But it's all o.k. because, I know you love me too.