Would you look at that, the prettiest, most precious piece of the Lord's creation
A single smile, a little more time spent, and a little bit of god's attention are the reason for her existence
And so, the Lord created me, a desperate entity, the kind of which know nothing of her lofty personality
For one can only dream of heaven when he cannot pass the gate
One can only love when his love is unwanted
Would you look at that, the sunrise in her eyes, bursting like the flame of the seraphim, every time she longed for the sight of him
Yes, the Lord created him, the kind of which is worthy of being her king
The best present for the best of creation