TO PAM

fond muse of this my lovely bride
as Cupid’s earnest arrows fly
there’s beauty on her face that shines
wave hair soft frame those dulcet eyes

at night feel breathing on my neck
her silken cheek so gently pressed
all snuggled up beside me lay
we fall asleep and dreams are made

oh sure we squabble and we spar
quick to prove how right we are
but when our rattling swords are done
we’re still two crazy birds in love

we have to hold through best and worse
though poor or rich all in due course
and too in health or deathly sick
our promised bond through thick and thin

this is the scene it is our life
I treasure you my valentine
resplendent as the day we met
my up and down with no regret