I pray to god my woman hold

I Pray To God, My Woman To Hold
The Spot She Stood, Grow Cold.
Now Voices Replace Her,
With Whispers Of Hope And Love.
I Vowed To Her I Would Never Leave,
To Her I Would Cleave.
I Long To Fly Like A Dove,
High Upon Our Love.
So Many Times, I Have Stared At A Blank Page,
Wanting To Write Words Of Wisdom And Love.
Telling Of Her Beauty And How She Brightens A Room,
And My Life.
That Woman, Who Is My Wife.
How I Haer Angels Sing,
When She Speaks.
How My Heart Pounds, With A Touch Of Her Hand.
Dose She Know I See Her Shinning Soul?
That I Feel The Joy Of Her Smiles?
How I See Hopes And Dreams Of Things To Come,
When I Look Into Her Eyes?
How I Always Want To Be By Her Side?
Does She Know How My Passion Grows,
When I Touch Her Lips, And Taste Her Kisses?
That I Am In Heavenly Bliss When She Is Near?
With The Tip Of My Tounge, How I Long To Trace Her Kneck?
Her Breast, Her Entire Body?
The Desires For Us To Be One?
Then I Realize That If I Said,
All The Words Just So Right,
If Not A One Touched Her Heart,
The Page Would Still Be Blank.
So With All The Words I Could Say,
To Chase The Things Away,
The Things That Would Keep Us Apart,
Let Me Write,
Jackie,
I Love You With All My Heart.