Him
By Meg
When I think of him
I feel the longing.
When I see him
I feel the heat
In my cheeks rise.
I can’t stop thinking.
I can’t stop hoping.
That one day
We will meet.
Then fall in love.
But,
It is up to God
And God alone.
To make that
Happen or not.
O how I hope that
Happens.
O how I hope.
By Meg
When I think of him
I feel the longing.
When I see him
I feel the heat
In my cheeks rise.
I can’t stop thinking.
I can’t stop hoping.
That one day
We will meet.
Then fall in love.
But,
It is up to God
And God alone.
To make that
Happen or not.
O how I hope that
Happens.
O how I hope.
