1 + 1 = 3

In the pure heart of yours, there were dreams of love
dreams with wings that fly sky high
shaping of a man who will never make you cry

I feel lucky to be the one who gave form to that man
though with faults , chiseling myself to fit as far as I can
have patience my love , it's not too far as it seems
the man you love, will indeed be the man of your dreams

With all the love over these years, we have grown as strong as a tree
ready for the next step when we two become three.