FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE

 

For everything that you are

And for everything that you do

For all of this and so much more

With all my heart I thank you

FOR EVERY LITTLE THING ABOUT YOU

 

For every little thing about you

Every way you’ve showed you cared

For all the happy laughter

And all the happy times we’ve shared

 

For always being there

And being the essential part of my life

For just being with me

And for agreeing to become my wife

ARE YOU THE ONE?

 

I'd like to give you the special key

That unlocks my forbidding heart

But I must be sure you are the one

I must know that before we start

Or the secret of the golden key

I would be unable to impart

BENIGN SPIRIT

 

Let me surround you

Like a benign spirit

Comforting and protecting

Let me envelope you like a cloak of love

Wrapping you in a goose down quilt

To warm your soul from winters grip

Let me nourish and nurture

And blow gently on the embers of love

In your sad and lonely heart

THE LIGHT OF LOVE

 

I want to stir the slumber

Of your lonesome heart

And shine a loving light

Into the corners of the dark

AUBURN HEADED MAIDEN FAIR

 

All I can do is stand and stare

At the Auburn headed maiden fair

The girl with the shinning brown hair

Oh beautiful maiden standing there

With tresses of reddish-brown hair

Please be the answer to my prayer

SHE LOOKS LIKE THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

 

She looks like the girl next door,

Well my interpretation anyway,

And for me she literally is

The girl next door

The studious Rebecca

Full of cleverness

The only child of the Coopers

Now the studious orphan Rebecca

The bookish girl next door

A homely girl though

In the unpretentious sense

Certainly not plain,

But rather understated

She is unworldly

In as much as the temporal world

Holds no sway for her

Rebecca is an attractive girl

Though not in any obvious way

Dressed casually, always

Mousy hair worn indistinctly

She has never been flash, quirky

Or groundbreaking

No its homespun sweaters

And supermarket jeans

Not exactly the height of fashion

But not dowdy nor frumpy

Unlike most of the world

I look beneath the homespun

As I have all my life

But no one else sees Rebecca

Alas she does not see me

The bookish girl next door

She has her heroes of fiction

How could I compete?

With Ahab or Hornblower

Copperfield or Darcy