Life could have been so different,
We could have missed each other,
If God had granted my prayers.
But if God had given me the nod,
And granted me a different life,
You wouldn’t be with me tonight.
God could have granted me millions,
Or the love of my first crush,
But he didn’t let me rush.
He kept me waiting on my toes,
Knowing what was in store for us,
And now you are mine.
My prayers are not for riches anymore,
There for the right path to lead me,
To the next chapter of my life with you.
©The Pesky Poet
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