“Right Man at God's Perfect Time”

Everyday, I am praying for you,
Just like how the winds blow.
The right man he'll give to me,
In His perfect time, where there's us and we.

I am not rushing thing,
I know sooner, I can wear the thing called wedding ring.
With the man I am praying,
And a smiled will plastered, like I'm in the best season called spring.

For now, let me just pray for you everyday,
Because we are still miles away,
A perfect time, will be in line,
Words will be rhyme, ended with a word; align.

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