It is wierd that whenever I raise my hands in prayer the only word that comes out of my mouth is your name. You. It is always you what I want. What I crave. What I deserve. I remember there were times when I believed that there was no one perfect. No one who was the happiest, the smartest, the funniest, the most kindest, the most cutest and the most loveliest. Yet upon seeing you.....I swear my whole definition of the word 'perfect' changed. The only definition remaining was 'You'. 'Perfect' equals 'You'.

My Prayer?.....

I wish 'You'....equaled 'Me'.