Wishing I could get a glimpse of you.
I long for nothing more the whole day
than to see a smile on your face for something I
say.
I don’t ask for too long, a few hundred hours
would do.
Hoping I could hold your hand.
Take you around the park, around the flowers;
you would rest your head on my shoulders.
Violins would hum soulful tunes in this blessed
land.
I long for that day when I could call you mine.
Our families united, our bodies united, our fates
blessed,
you would look the prettiest bride, like a goddess
you’d be dressed.
I don’t want to ask for much of your time; a lifetime would do just fine.