He walks like a gentleman I once saw in my dreams,
He talks like a saviour who once saved me from drowning
Is he really the one?
He is the perfect king to rule our kingdom
Will I ever see him for I made him?
Will he be able to hold my hand and say “It’s OK”?
Will I be able to touch his skin just to feel it?
Afraid as I am just to say “hi”
How will I be able to touch his hand?
How will I tell jokes and he tell his?
His eyes bring me to life,
I’m no saint but he treats me like one,
His eyes bring me to life,
They take me to our first imaginary honeymoon,
Which is still just a dream that I wish could come true
For I long for it