I tend to think of things.
Like the day I will wear the ring.
The bride of my first love.
Then fly the sky just like a dove.
Happinesss would fill my heart.
Only one person know the day i will be told.
I do my best to make it right...
but i dont have much more might.
I will try until I can't no more.
In hopes that one day I will be able to sore.