Searching to and fro for love, flying gently as a dove, but in her heart she whispers true, oh my love where are you, part ye heavens and do adore the beauty that awaits so much more, many men admire her smile if not forever for awhile, yet true love cherishes a heart so dear, more precious then gold or silver to revere, look around at all the clowns that turn your smiles into frowns, and seek the one who will cherish your heart, mending together for brand new starts, oh yet true love shall never part, so tender and gentle don't fall apart, honored by the heavens and angels above send forth such beauty her true love.