My heart ask why,
   Why do you cry,
   Your eyes so dry.

Over your head above,
   Flies a pure white dove,
   Praising your special love.

God planted your love tree,
   Only in that tree,
   Your matching love will be.

Only you have to let life be,
   What life was meant to be,
   To know how happy life can be.

Wait for the right tree, you see,
   Bitter fruit holds the wrong tree,
   Sweet fruit bears the chosen tree.

Only from God's chosen tree,
   Where your matching dove you see,
   Your true love will be.