I've known her a very short time,
And yet I feel like I've known her for a lifetime.
I wonder if she feels likewise.
Nah she doesn't know I exist (sob).
Even when I tell her and try to explain.
She doesn't know me and it causes a deep pain,
In my heart, and in my mind, and soul.
No, she is not my true love.

Then who is?
Who, indeed?
Who, Who, Who?
Damn I sound like an owl.
Owls are supposed to be so damn smart.
But do they know affairs of the heart?

Sometimes I think and wonder if.
If I will ever be,
With the one who will love me,
For all eternity.

Only God knows for sure.
For he is the one you see.
Who made her and me.
He made us for each other,
To be together with him,
And each other,
In eternity.

So it has to be tonight.
Yes it MUST be tonight.
For if it is not.
If it is not,
Then,
Then,
I don't know what.

If it is not tonight,
Then I shall fear,
That I shall never see,
The one I thought was so near.

I wanted to write something happy,
Something snappy,
Not something sad, and downright sappy.
Then the night is not truly over,
The deed is not yet done.

I think, no I feel,
NO, I KNOW,
That tonight I shall meet and greet,
The one that I shall know,
Forever and ever the one I was told,
Would be the one I would hold,
For all eternity.

But, Then again maybe not.
Doubt now raises it's ugly head,
It won't stop until I'm dead.
But have I got a surprise for doubt,
When I die, I won't be out.