I love o’r joyful time for hugging fine.
O’r kiss and hug alway’ the best of week!
So gentle is my Paul’s sweet arm, I rhyme
The joy as quick I can in phrase’ not meek.
He gives me feeling rich, all fill’d with peace.
Of’t this dost mean I hug in sweet repose.
He is a sweetheart kind and good; the gist
Is this: I feel he grants me gift of rose!
The rose is emblem fine of center’d rich life—
For long have I a sense of ecstasy
When rose I see or think, like song of fife;
It seem’ all heights of joy and love to me.
My sweetheart great is Paul, my husband sweet–
To tell him so in rhyme seem’ to be meek.