(Verse 1)
I used to think that Love was found at a bar,
Or maybe on a dating app that rated you by car.
Spent my twenties trying to force the lock,
A self-appointed shepherd frantic for his flock.
I'd check the sky, I’d sigh and tap my foot,
"Seriously, God, where is my love-root?"
But the universe just winked, a gentle, grand delay,
Said, "Bless your little heart, you're doing it the hard way."
(Chorus)
'Cause love's not a bus you catch, hun, it’s a divine appointment set,
An email from the heavens that you haven’t opened yet.
Whether you're lurking in the shadows or basking in the light,
It only happens when the big boss gives the nod and says, "Alright!"
It drops into your heart and mind, a blessing neat and clean,
Always right on time, like a perfectly executed divine-scene.
(Verse 2)
My friends all paired up fast, like socks from a clean drawer,
I was the odd one out, forever hitting the floor.
They said, "You're too picky," I said, "No, just waiting for the sign,
The moment when the cosmos says, 'Yep, this one is truly fine.'"
I thought I’d be a spinster with a dozen rescue cats,
Then one day, the whole celestial staff just took off their hats.
And there you were, appearing from a mist of perfect air,
Looking so confused, as if you’d just been zapped right there.
(Chorus)
'Cause love's not a bus you catch, hun, it’s a divine appointment set,
An email from the heavens that you haven’t opened yet.
Whether you're lurking in the shadows or basking in the light,
It only happens when the big boss gives the nod and says, "Alright!"
It drops into your heart and mind, a blessing neat and clean,
Always right on time, like a perfectly executed divine-scene.
(Bridge)
And the symmetry, oh, the perfect geometry of us!
It’s a mathematical theorem, no room for fuss.
As perfect as the pointer from the North to the South,
As right as when the East decides to finally kiss the West's mouth.
A flawless equation, flawless as the Love that blesses me,
It’s so impeccably good, it’s almost blasphemy!
(Outro)
So I'll stop my clock-watching, I’ll fold up my worry list,
'Cause when the divine-time hits you, it cannot be missed.
It's in my heart, in my mind, a celestial chime—
Right on time,
Right on time,
And now I just need a coffee and the rest of my divine life.
Would you like me to try a different musical style for this concept, maybe something more country or a classic ballad?
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