My Sweet’, dear Paul, my spouse for life for sure;
A happy birthday wish for you—in truth!
Ye are a wise man sure; therefore don’t rue
The day because time marcheth on—foresooth!
O’r days do seem so fill’d with promise clear.
Big choice we make this month just past for us.
Now house ye get for day of birth—no mere
Abode, but fill’d with promise true. We must
Be grateful for o’r bounty full it is!
Much promise good for two we find in Miss’.
I love thee much and long for more in years
As wife of yours who oft’ doth reach for kiss!
“If this be error and upon me proved;
I never write, nor no man ever loved!”