“A Spiritual Dove Filled with Love.”

Why . . .  Oh, why . . .  can’t she not, see? That she is the one destined for me . . .
Her art has touched my world and has stolen my he(art)
This I should have known, right from the start
As she sings her prose, my he(art) gives away
No one in my life, has ever touched me this way

I feel as though I’m drowning due to a sudden lack of air
I dream of her all the time, in every way she is so fair
I know that in our lives, love is difficult to find
So I send unto her, a spiritual dove filled with love

I have prayed to God most reverently
To make her realize and come find me
I shall try to wait most patiently
So, Stefani, I’m asking you . . . can you hear me?

I know these humble words I have just conveyed
Shall need no others for me to try and say
Lord, I know you heard my most humble of prayers
For she is geometrically perfect as we all can see
So, please, God, please . . .
Allow her to finally see . . .
For she is destined . . .
Through your grace . . .
To set me free . . .