pic taken from WNBA.
A truckload of flowers sending scents to the streets
A ring that could feed a thousand mouths
No, they are not necessary to win my love
Don't climb the mountains for me
Don't give me a star owned by the heavens
With me, you don't need to cross the seas
Befriend me first before you confess
Marry me first before you kiss my lips
Keep God as your first, nothing you will miss
We will let God write our love story
It will be pure, coated in trust and perfect for His glory
One that is good, He will never withhold
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