I had many dreams about her before But never one like this Like the one I had about us having our very first kissBut this one was differentBecause I was the one on the race track while she sat in the standsI wasn't racing for any medal I was racing to be her man It was weird because the race was divided into three parts And who ever won all three Won her heartThe first event was the long jump and I won that hands down Because there's no mountain too highNothing that could be foundThat could keep me from her love But I knew that this wasn't enough The next event was the hurdles and that was no contest Because I'd jump hurdles all day Just to feel her lay on my chest While watching a movie at home I would never dream of leaving her alone Which is why I must win the last race Victory was like her kissClose enough to taste And oddly enough, the last race was just a straight dash to the finish line And I knew after this She'd be mineWhen the gun sounded, I took a commanding lead I felt I was running as fast as one of those Kentucky Derby steeds And as I approached the finish line I thought this would be a perfect time to take A moment to think about the beautiful life together we would make But when the watch stoppedI thought this must be fate Because it seems I was one second too late

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