Heaven and hell
Aren't as far
As you are from me.

That's how I feel about us
When I haven't met you yet
And you're a mystery to a troubled mind.

A black hole is more unknown
Than you are to me
Because I haven't even seen your face.

Maybe if these dreams would be consistent
I'd think God was giving me a hint
But not even your haircolor is the same.

I want to believe that you are alive somewhere
Walking this earth, thinking of me
But my imagination ***** when it comes to you.

There's fear, hesitation, and anxious expectation
For the day I see you
I'm already suffering from your love's sickness.

If you are anything like what I want
I won't want that--
Only what God wants for me could be anything near perfect.