Who is the girl for me?
What will she be like?
Something unimaginable I suppose
For I have no idea what to see
I picture a bride,
Who deep down inside
Wants to cut me to pieces!
Adrenaline rushes,
I must defend.
In the end,
We tame each other of those wild habits.
Yes she shall be wild, but calm
Steady; unalarmed,
Thinking always, like me.
She will be outspoken and funny
And never a dumby
In my place, she shall put me,
But don’t think for a minute
I will not fight back.
It shall be fun.
We’ll dance a dance of clever dispute
Before we fall back into each other.
I hope that she loves God more
Than she loves me
Cause that is the direction I’m going
If she flows like myself
And grows like myself
There’s no telling what blessing shall fall on our home.
There is more that I want
But that’s just absurd
No one is perfect
Not even one
So I fall to the Lord,
And this is my plea,
“Please send me my someone
Who is perfect for me.”
