Riding on this merry go round,
I see a lot of brass rings.
But I have seen one gold one,
That makes my heart forever sing.
Beauty beyond my eyes,
Like being blind to see all.
If she would ever hold me,
How fast my heart would fall.
To open my eyes more to her,
To see more of her grace.
To talk to her heart and soul,
And forever love her smiles on her face.
Be my Goddess,my beauty,
Forever treat you like a queen.
Or love could grow so strong,
And nothing will ever come between.