A part of me

There's a part of me,
That still looks up at stars for wishes
There's a part of me,
That still hates to wash those dishes.

There's a part of me,
That still looks for rainbows in the mist,
There's a part of me,
That still carries around a huge bucket list.

There's a part of me,
That's still mad about unicorns,
There's a part of me,
That doesn't worry about those bitter thorns.

There's a part of me,
Still naive enough to again, try,
There's a part of me,
That hates to cry.

There's a part of me,
That still looks up at the sun with a hope
There's a part of me,
That never worries or mopes.

There's a part of me,
That is still fond of that white dove,
There's a part of me, oh dear,
That still believes in the good ol' fairy-tale called love.