My Paul is so considerate and kind,
A good man true, all through and through, t’is he.
How lucky am I, wife to him—he’s mine!
A good wife, with example his, I’ll be.
How can I say in words to you my heart’s
Desire and bent? Intention mine to be
The best “Your Wife”—true blue–could dart
With Cupid’s arrow to my heart—that’s me!
My love has grown in close rapport to thee;
A sense of cherish I do see in my
Heart’s fond desire to tell in poetry,
How great my joy when in your arms I die!
My love is greater than the blue ocean;
Ye are my ship come in, I to thee run.