My Darling Comes Back To Me

I sit in a car park in my crimson limousine admiring God's glory, towering above me. People pass by on a grand shopping spree as I wait for my dearest to come back to me. A beautiful car park, amid the green trees on the outskirts of town near saltwater seas, I love watching butterflies and flight of the bees as I wait for my darling to come back to me. This morning is sunny ~ really calm and serene, I notice a charming smile, am I being naive? A young man approaches; only now can I see it's the smile of my dearest who runs back to me. To the jewellers he'd been, do my eyes deceive? he bought gold and silver. He bought it for me! With his manner so kind, I am no longer blind to the love of my darling who comes back to me.