Becoming short skirts and lovely long legs,
And plenty of coffee with her easy-up eggs;
Candles and poetry, a kiss on the cheek,
Asleep on the couch, her dreams she doth seek.
Bundles of pics and letters and cards,
Inspires me to be nothing less than her Bard;
Glances and smiles over upturned collars,
A mere look from her is worth countless dollars.
Long black dresses and glasses of wine,
Dinner's at eight, soaked suits are at nine;
Be it Sal's or Tony's or Rosewood or Ki's,
Wherever she goes, the men use their eyes.
Sheer black hose with a seam up the back,
'Pleasures' is right, her charms do not lack;
Clanking and clinking with bracelets and rings,
The sound of her nearing makes my heart sing.
Puppies and Kats, and imagination galore!
Sweetness and light, with truth as its core;
All of the Angels, and more, that is she,
The only conclusion is that God has blessed me.
And plenty of coffee with her easy-up eggs;
Candles and poetry, a kiss on the cheek,
Asleep on the couch, her dreams she doth seek.
Bundles of pics and letters and cards,
Inspires me to be nothing less than her Bard;
Glances and smiles over upturned collars,
A mere look from her is worth countless dollars.
Long black dresses and glasses of wine,
Dinner's at eight, soaked suits are at nine;
Be it Sal's or Tony's or Rosewood or Ki's,
Wherever she goes, the men use their eyes.
Sheer black hose with a seam up the back,
'Pleasures' is right, her charms do not lack;
Clanking and clinking with bracelets and rings,
The sound of her nearing makes my heart sing.
Puppies and Kats, and imagination galore!
Sweetness and light, with truth as its core;
All of the Angels, and more, that is she,
The only conclusion is that God has blessed me.