For years I waited for this God's answer,
I let his pen write in every chapter,
as he knows pure love is all I'm after.
To this new life he will be the center.
Surrounded with flowers we walk this aisle,
just like the times we pad in every mile,
we found this home when life is in exile.
But all the pain in waiting is worthwhile.
In search for this love we shunned tempting bait.
When the youth were in rush for wanton sate;
with our pure heart we promised to wait,
and let this path be guided by the fate.
I let myself suffer from lonesome night,
and dare not to settle out of spite.
These shamming kisses...