There is this girl that I had met,
With enchanting eyes that helps you accept.
It helps you to accept her in to your life,
Because I can imagine her being my future wife.
Sure it's easy to say,
But it's also what I pray.
Theres nothing that she can say,
That will end up pushing me away.
Because until that day,
I can only pray.
She has these soft and gentle hands,
just begging to be held.
To be held with a firm grasp,
trust me, it just can't be helped.
Her presence just brightens up the room,
Which can also help the flowers bloom.
I've never come across someone so perfect,
And may be that's why I know she'll be worth it.
Sure she's mine now,
But I can only pray that she'll be mine forever and not just for now.
