I wish to save the moon to guide your way.
Pluck the stars and make your day.
You will be sick of me,
As much as I am willing.

I've said, and will say it again.
How hard is it to find one whom God said,' He's the one for you' & if you had found yours.
Be sure I will be here, I've got your back.

I will wait for mine to appear.
This time, for real.

♥ 11:36 PM