A moment sitting beside you, is like a gift of infinite love
It's precious in every second that is spent together
And I know that you're truly a masterpiece I long to marry
I hope our dreams merge into "us" here and forever
Before you met me, did you dream of someone so tender?
Someone to sit with you on the roof and look at the stars of old
Someone who would make even the plainest sceneries of life
Seem vivacious, extraordinary, and worth a scene to hold
I don't know ifyou truly dreamt of such things or not
But let me tell you of what I'd dreamt of someone destined for me
For remember that although you are the only man who knows me best
A woman's heart of secrets can still be as deep as the sea

I longed for a man who was inquisitive at times
For his attention to such things would make ME an object of his affection
Oh, trust me, my dear, that isn't a FAULT to men everywhere
It is rather a satisfaction for every girl who desires attention
I longed for a man who set his mind hard on something
But wasn't afraid or ashamed to say what or why
To be more specific, also as to whether or not he belives in my Almighty Father
And if not, it is still for his eternal soul that I'd cry
Beloved, I longed for a man of extraordinary value
Yet someone who was humble and meek about who he was
That he'd love me as his wife, and give brotherly love to all people
And it would not matter his ranking or what he does
He could be a king of a nation in a country far off
He could be a beggar with nothing but a Bible in his hand
All I know is God has been my guide to finding someone who was meant for me
Out of the millions of men, like one grain in the millions more of sand

Do you believe it, my love? Can you believe it, my love?
What is your definition of me know that our love is at present day?
What is you're thought of me now that I've shared this bit?
Will you see me the same, or in a different way?
Just write me a letter with what thoughts go on in your sweet, curious mind
Trust me, my dear; I'm very interested in your room of thought
Then maybe, just maybe, YOU'll finally reminisce on something of your own
And observe on what YOUR passions and dreams in life have taught

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