When will the day come when I find the one?
The one who'll make me feel complete and loved.
The precious jewel on the journey when done.
And here, my heart waits on my most beloved.
His angelic look's as bright as pure gold,
None will compare to his delicate touch.
To have, to hold, and one day both grow old,
I will patiently wait, however much.
Will the setting sun bring up a new day?
For I am certain that he will know where
to find me, someday; together we'll lay
Sharing our most final days as a pair.
Planted firm to wait for that day, I know
Or arms crossed and a rose in hand I'll show.