Dear young lady who hands this paper,
I want you to know that you are special.
God wonderfully and fearfully made you,
Even before He knitted you at your mom's womb.
At the Lord's eyes, you are a princess.
Not even a jerk can hid that fact.
You are an heiress, my dear lady.
You are the King's daughter and Beloved One.
Christ made the sweetest love letter for you.
Not even a milk chocolate can beat that.
Before you were created, He declared His love.
His blood was shed to purify you like a snow.
Because He interceded, no one can separate you,
From the Love of the Father that is freely given,
To those who will accept His gift of life.
Neither Angels nor demons can hinder that.
Hey Young Lady, if you encounter a jerk,
Please guard your heart and pray earnestly.
God is handling the pen of your lovestory.
Do not settle at the pleasure of the moment.
Be hidden and soaked up at the Lord's love.
So that the man who will ask for your hand,
Will seek the Almighthy's blessing and favor,
Before he make a move for you to say "I do."