For you, I will wait. Your conflicted mind
says that you can never feel love for me.
That is fine, I feel I must say. Your kind,
though, will sometime, stumble upon the key
to the heart of a girl with everything
to give. My one wish? Myself is that girl.
Give anything to be your everything.
Like I'm lost- waiting to be seen. A pearl.
You hold me close- my heart races with love.
You hold me close- you feel naught- just warm bod.
The bible told you about that white dove
and that man that was faithful- with the rod.
You can be faithful- just like that one man.
I can be pure, like dove. For you, I can.
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