To grow old and beautiful with pride,
To all the women, know love is inside,

Boys chase a friend, girls chase a lover,
Partner in friendships but really a dover,

Says, “I am your satellite, you are mine,
I’m your moon, you are planet on which,
We dine.”

A man can keep so much as a lover curious,
O women of Church, You’ve all the reason,
To be furious.

In heaven, there are angels, no marriages,
No children to worry about, no miscarriages,

In all the husbands, fathers and baby boys,
In crossing you’ll find lovely men toys,

Think of Him as your other half in every desire,
Beyond sense of your bodies you’ll find a live wire,

In the universe there are tales of distant love,
We’re traveling towards the altars of truth,
Walking forward, looking above.

Church ladies don’t have to believe, can feel,
Want the best thing for the afterlife?
Just Make a Wish, you got the deal.

It is a strange manner of the “Song of songs”
As love stories of He and She, sings along.

All the Juliets, and alien love stories, fables,
Feeling toes on the shin, as with ladies we,
Eat together on the tables.

So grow old and beautiful with pride and dreams,
Wear a cross on your bodies, be the cream of creams.

Ladies if you do not know for true love you are here,
Find anyone dutiful to your heart, a partner sincere,

Youth of this life is just represents fragrances and scents,
Dare to imagine shape of true love, fantasy, its elements,

God accept them as they are, so long they’ve got passion,
For Jesus of afterlife is enough for loving dream nation.

And let me be your witness, that it all came true for them,
Love is true miracle of the God, I continue to ensure them.

God you know them all who dwell in the obscurity and spotlight,
Show them that day the love of the Starsun shining hotbright.