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