Whenever I carry down these roses,
Amidst daring moments of ennui,
As I walk along this dream,
That perhaps I may be by your hip,
My dove,,I feel I have a love label,
A label perhaps again ,my have a destiny.
Kind of beauty that gives me a remni,
Of the days together under the sun,
Though I have to be stiff,
To snatch you off from America,
Down the aisle to our wedding pulpit,
But,,
Before I even kiss you ,
Before the whole America,
And share my heart,
My star,I would WISH your LOVE,
For baby ,,am insanely belated.