THE  BEST

(To my sweetheart on her 59^th birthday.)

By Dean Beaty

 

I feel so sad for all the rest,

Settling for less, or second best.

For though they looked all around.

They will not find what I have found.

 

Maybe for them by God’s own grace.

They’ll find a mate to help their race.

But I don’t see it as they do,

For they’ll not know your love so true.

 

The choices that I might have made,

Would never make the final grade,

For none could be as fair as you.

So fair and sweet, so kind and true.

 

Oh yes, I feel for all the rest,

For only I have found the best.

And she is mine, till death do part.

That’s why I give her all my heart.