I know him.
All his strengths and all his flaws...

I sit alone, secluded, by myself
Wishing for something tangible...

There is a word - it rhymes with "dove,"
And from beneath will rise above...

What do I do, what do I say
Should I speak what I think or turn away...

I find I'm always smiling
At the very thought of you...

Lord, where is the one for me
The one, hand-picked, whose wife I'll be...

When you left, I promised you I wouldn't cry
And I didn't 'til I realized you were gone...