I've waited almost 27 years for it. I sat under a tree in Alabama and imagined what it would be like to be hers. I sat on the floor of a guesthouse in Dallas and read a book on spells to see if I could conjure her. I tried to seduce her with the possibility of her gaining knowledge. I turned love away in London because I knew I belonged to her. I followed a girl I thought was her for hours after seeing her on the subway in New York only to realize it wasn't. I used a telephone call to detect any hope in her voice. I drove a Mustang across America wishing for her. I wrote my name next to another in a book of love when I knew my name should have been next to hers. I called out her name when making love to another. I stood inside a historic and abandoned Los Angeles hotel ballroom with rain streaming down through the broken stained glass ceiling and cried for her. I stood at the end of a pier at 2am in Ventura in pitch black and screamed out her name across the ocean hoping the waves would wash her ashore like the mermaid I imagined she'd be to me. I hired detectives that informed me of the life she was living with others and told to forget her. I had doctors tell me to find her anyway. She found me instead and I drove to her. When I'm with her time is obliterated and my troubles fly apart. When I'm with her I know the dream is real. When I'm with her all the magic works. When I'm with her I know the ocean brought her back to me like a lost treasure and her tears of joy are diamonds.