There is a sweet lady,
she flies up through the Blue,
and I realize it's crazy,
but she's me ~ seeking you.
I'm surveying the heavens
for I am sure you are there.
In my mind I can see you,
in a rose garden fair.
Your image is handsome
as it was years before,
before angels claimed you
in our grand days of yore.
I hope you'll accept me;
I am much older now,
I will smile as we meet
and my head I will bow.
My rings will be sparkling
because you are near,
and as you enfold me
they may shine brighter still.
Yes, I am your lady,
flying up through the Blue,
and I realize it's crazy
but my dream is for you.
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