My sweet she is the beating of my heart
My destination, route, my wind and sail
My thirst and Fount of Youth and Holy Grail
A vibrant, vivid, vital work of art
If anything dare try tear us apart
I’ll fight for her until my last inhale
And hang on for my dear ’til I am frail
If she should end my day shall never start

She does not hold me in the same esteem
Because I love her she has been enriched
My wealth is all she loves though we are hitched
She vowed to stay the night so it would seem
I fear to wake and find her mind has switched
For I have often heard life is a dream