Sea24006Met you at devotional, sitting in the back row,
Shared a hymnbook, felt the Spirit flow.
After class in the I-Center, grabbed a Jamba Juice,
Now my roommates tease me, "Bro, what’s your excuse?"
FHE on Monday, group date on Friday,
Gotta check the honor code before I say,
"Do you wanna walk me back to the Hart?"
Careful not to fall in love too hard.
’Cause at BYU–Idaho, the rules are tight,
But the sparks still fly on a winter night.
From the gardens to Porter Park we roam,
Everybody’s looking for an eternal home.
Ring by spring, that’s the joke we all know—
Welcome to the dating show at BYU–I, Idaho.
Library study date, scriptures in between,
Planning our futures at age nineteen.
Ward prayer whispers, eyes meet quick,
Is it too soon or is this it?
Institute dances, CTR chances,
Every glance feels like sweet romances.
Chivalry’s alive when he opens that door,
Could be the start of forevermore.
’Cause at BYU–Idaho, the rules are tight,
But the sparks still fly on a Rexburg night.
From Cocoa Bean to the snow we go,
Everybody’s wondering who’s next to know.
Ring by spring, that’s the punchline, though—
Welcome to the dating show at BYU–I, Idaho.
Some find love, some find friends,
Some just swipe on Mutual till semester ends.
But whether it’s forever or just for now,
We’re all learning the why and how.
At BYU–Idaho, the dream’s alive,
Chasing callings, degrees, and eternal lives.
From the temple view to the fields below,
It’s a whirlwind courtship kind of glow.
Ring by spring, or maybe take it slow—
It’s all part of the dating show at BYU–I, Idaho.
