What joy this day has been for Paul and me!
No one aspect to praise above the rest.
‘Tis comfort of our love in twain, you see,
The day of pleasant rest and peace—the best!
‘Tis best to share a calm and peaceful day,
Than fiery storms that push and pull too strong.
With peace comes love and joy oft’ time a ray
Of hope for earth’s best gift without a wrong.
My Paul means world to me—‘tis good and true.
His love I wish’d before we met, for sure.
He is the real “James Phillips,” I lov’d blue-
Sky day when four—and found for “sad” a cure.
My true, blue love is Paul, my Sweet, my all.
With him at side, I stand erect, n’er fall.