(To my sweetheart on her 59th 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 Godís own grace.

Theyíll find a mate to help their race.

But I donít see it as they do,

For theyíll 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.

Thatís why I give her all my heart.