More To Come
I linger in the door way; watching your every move;
I look in disbelief, at the beauty that is you;
I let my mind wonder, and I slip away;
To a place that is as much a fantasy as you and I; a place we stay all day;
It is such a rare, unreal gift that I can call you mine;
And, to have a love that will last through all time.
You whisper sweet nothings in my ear and hold in yours, my hand;
You are not behind me nor in front of me, but by my side, you stand;
You are my one and only, my hopes, my dreams;
It is for you that my heart aches and screams.
Let me linger forever more and see my life;
There is more to come, for you have asked me to be your ife.
I look in disbelief, at the beauty that is you;
I let my mind wonder, and I slip away;
To a place that is as much a fantasy as you and I; a place we stay all day;
It is such a rare, unreal gift that I can call you mine;
And, to have a love that will last through all time.
You whisper sweet nothings in my ear and hold in yours, my hand;
You are not behind me nor in front of me, but by my side, you stand;
You are my one and only, my hopes, my dreams;
It is for you that my heart aches and screams.
Let me linger forever more and see my life;
There is more to come, for you have asked me to be your ife.
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