My Only Prayer
The way we make love, I know you care.
I can tell you want me, by the way you stare.
So open your heart, and you'll find me there.
No other love, can ever compare.
Yet a man so good, has such dispair.
For a lonesome life, is so unfair.
But I love you so much, and your life I'll repair.
Cause my love for you, is oh so rare.
A life with you, I want to share.
To be with you, is my only prayer.
Copyright © Barbara LeJeune | Year Posted 2008