In the field of days long past, where childhood’s sun did glow,
A young women with dreams so vast, beneath the willow’s shadow.
She’d close her eyes and softly wish, beneath the azure sky,
For a love deeper than the ocean’s abyss, a bond that would never die.

Yearning for arms that would warmly hold, a heart that would truly care,
For whispers of love in the quiet cold, for a tender, holy pair.
She dreamt of a love that was not just heard, but felt in every kiss,
A love that echoes God’s own word, in its gentle, perfect bliss.

In the chapel of her heart, where faith’s flame brightly burned,
She prayed for a love that would never part, a love that would...