Baby girl your heart is my home,
but in another language,
tu casa es mi corazon,
cant wait till after school to talk to you on the phone,
i dont think of you as another im tryna bone,
but your the girl in my life i can call my own,
im tryna let you know how i feel in this poem,
i dont ever wont you to feel lone-ly,
so when your reading this poem hope your thinking of me,
people hatin they dont wanna see,
me with you,
or you with me,
dont mind them girl its just jealousy,
baby we can hold hands i dont care who sees,
we can take this further than the deep blue sea,
this is real and i know what love means,
this is to good to be true i hope it aint a dream,
you got the brains and all the right features,
like gods creation you's a heavenly creature,
if i had to live life over i'd be glad to meet ya,
later at the alter is where i hope to see ya,
your clothes all white and pink,
and i can feel an emptyness in me begin to sink,
coldness in my heart began to melt,
and a warmness replaced it to which i never felt,
whoever thought this can ever be,
baby this is true love,
this is our destiny.