I love you, Paul, for all the times we share.
You are my beacon sure in good and bad.
O’r times do feel most good—say “Best!” I dare?
My time was bless’d when meet we did. As lad
I wish I had met you—the one for me!
Since late we met we must make up o’r time,
So two become as one—yea, this I see!
Accept my love in this a sonnet rhyme.
I long to be the perfect wife for you!
Do tell me when I err in deeds I do;
I wish no more my deeds to mourn and rue.
My resolution clear, “No fuss!”—foresoo’
A happy woman have ye made me true.
Be good to me: Your love is such a coup!