Once I met this girl, a dove, who flew while singing songs of love
for all to hear and all to see, to feel the warmth of galaxies
first angel to have walked this earth; certainly she is of noble birth!

This dove flew high, this dove flew low; it always flitted to and fro.
Round and round my head it went, till all I thought about was it.
This girl, this dove, my queen, my love; sent to me from heaven above.

I loved her and the way she walked, the way she talked while I just gawked;
Looking at her from afar, as one would watch a shooting star
Fly by right over the atmosphere; wishing it would just stop right here.

The star did stop and it was bright, more beautiful than any light
I’d seen in such a long, long time. Hopefully this one will be mine!
I asked her out, and she said yes; to her, my love I did profess.

My dove still sings, my star’s still bright; my angel’s still filled up with light.
And nothing on this earth compares, to my own princess: Peyton Sinclair.
Has ever a name sound so sweet? To be this girl’s is quite a feat.