Such fun to live with Paul, for he always
Leads me to places far afield for joy.
So quick and nimble is his gait, a daze
I feel when by him walk—joy like a boy
He shows when I make bird sound, slow his gait.
“Yoo-hoo,” I say; “Cuckoo,” he hears, and slows
His pace a bit to let me step at rate
More suited to his wife, belov’d, like rose.
Yea, sentiment doth reign in house of ours.
Romantic I do feel, with pleasure great.
Red rose means love true, bliss and love that rouse’
My soul to feel a thrill for pure love’s sake.
O’r love is felt in daily joy, all told,
The bliss we feel, worth weight in jewels of gold.