  A humble but ambitious poet That writes on the beauties of life, Is brilliantly guided onwards By the love of his dear sweet wife. In each and every thought She is truly his golden pier. She leads him on to untold success Where he enjoys a brighter career. Into a garden of roses Where soft breezes blow, There she’s always near him To let his sweeter thoughts flow. To her he gathers and gives A beautiful big pink rose, To show that his love’s still burning, And for her it could ne’er repose. And when he awakens out of his dreams There is music to her ears, For all the poems that he writes He reads to his wifey dear. |
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