You kneel by your bed day after day,
fold your hands and repeatedly pray
with heartfelt words, that a miracle be done,
and soon you might meet the blessed one

In your bedroom, you solemnly swear
that when she arrives, for her you will care,
You will cherish and love her, in sickness or health,
and her love in return would prove enough wealth

Like the universe has at its center the sun,
so will she be after her heart you've won:
The center of your life, and bright like a star,
she'll indeed be an angel come down from afar

For years now I've heard you recite this promise,
if you could just have your angel to kiss
Just lift your bowed head, or you'll never know,
that set atop my hair glows a shimmering halo