I'm going to meet someone new.
I hope and feel that he'll love me too. That we are match
in heavens gate. By now I won't procrastinate. He'll be the right touch
and want me so much. That our love will be true. And won't turn blue.
For this I write, with heart of might. Smile on me, this love I see.
So cheer us on this one time and make us all the more sublime.
I accept what is right -- don't turn us from this plight.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2017