Oh but she loves the color pink,

And she does not think me a fink,

Oh this woman has real class,

Never either does she give me any sass…

She takes me out for dinner,

When hers rarely stays in her,

Till soon she loses her gall bladder,

So happy will she be then, that nothing from the past will ever again matter…

She is my love, my hope, my angel, my dear,

With her by my side I do not suffer any fear,

But without her I worry & at sometimes fret,

But just the mere thought again of her,

And I never in any way suffer from any regret…

                                      © ed ~ 8/7/10