Baby, this is my prayer of love, my prayer of love
That I recite alone each night to the stars above.
And I know this tender emotion is intangible.
But my delicate dove, I’m hoping
My feelings are impressionable;
For my yearning for your heart is unchangeable.
Whenever I see your smiling face,
Something deep inside my soul starts to stir.
I’m wishing so much you’ll look my way
While I crave an adoring togetherness to occur.
Standing nearby in the shadows, I spy an angel so stunning.
This is why I convey my prayer of love, my prayer of love
To keep my cherished idea of your secret pleasure
in the running.
Yes, I’m frozen waiting for your lips to say, “I’m chosen”;
And I’m supposing that I can be the tender slave
Whom you pull so close to your satin skin like a glove ---
Baby I sigh, “Stay near; stay near.”
And hear my prayer of love, my prayer of love.
How often I try to push myself in your direction
Just to give my sweet affection a shove.
How often do I blush before your perfection
As I begin to whisper my prayer of love, my prayer of love.
But unnoticed, I resign and nearly lose my mind,
Because you are the most beautiful person
Whom I believe I shall ever find.
Baby, to hold you once would be everything I dream of;
But to hold you forever is my prayer of love, my prayer of love.
I wonder what must I do to get a welcomed courtship visit
From a charming one so rare and exquisite.
For in your fragrant presence,
I am so awed by your flawless essence
That I cannot express my fondness and effervescence.
Baby, yes you are quite the cuddle,
But all your intimate inclinations invite you into my huddle;
I’m still clinging to that hope of getting attached
And bringing you happiness simply unmatched.
The odds seem an impossibility---yet I dare
To gamble that soon you shall dance in my arms with glee.
Darling, just give me that chance; give me that chance
And all your romance will be my worship to take care of,
For this is my prayer of love, my prayer of love.