I watch young couples walking hand in hand

Lost in happiness existing in a dreamland

Smiling ear to ear their joy spreading so wide

They have a strong bond, and in each other confide

Eyes so glamorous you could get lost

But beware of the stages their ends and the cost

I see their hands clutched together

So tight like they'd hold on forever

I believe for most of them it really is real

But what remains when past the stage of good feel?

I silently wonder when I don't believe they're faking it,

How many couples will fade, and how many will make it?

Is true love real, or just a lover's fantasy?

Could a couple create a trend from a faithful legacy?

A hug, a kiss, a hand held gentle squeeze, 

Will they stand tall together, or cut each other to their knees?

How hard how wide how beautiful each season,

Things come in their time of rhyme and reason

As I watch these happy couples hand in hand, 

A thought crosses my mind, a question, a stand

As I watch them, their love and trust I do see,

And I silently wonder, could this ever be me?

So I send up to heaven a silent plea, 

That someday, I'd find a boy who'll be faithful to me

I plead and plead,

That if it should be, 

That the boy for me will be faithful,

To god I'll be grateful,

Forever

Whenever,

The lover of mine shall come,

Wonderful like the rising sun

So I wait patiently for my love to meet,

As I long in silence to live out my plea,

My hope for this dream takes flight like a dove, 

As I wait hoping and pleading with my question of love.