Where is the girl with the intelligent eyes?
Who, in a glance, will share with me her
understanding of the beauty of what could be,
and how boring all these people pretending to
be interesting really are.

I'm waiting for you to challenge me. No one
really does. You who understands
that I'm not interested in what sounds good
but what is real, what is true, what transcends
the cliche or the pretentious. Who understands
how bored I really am with all of this.

Who understands pain and hurt
and doesn't shy away. Who can
talk to me and I don't have to pretend
to be impressed with simple ideas. Who
I can talk to without fear of having to
simplify my ideas so that you won't retreat.

Who doesn't care what I want her to be,
yet is the person that I love anyway.