By Dean Beaty 2/12/06
Was ever a heart more fully given
Without reserve or some provision
So that two lives could become entwined?
This precious love of yours is mine.
I do not deserve the love you bestow.
For all that I am, to you I owe.
You lift my heart to reach heights above,
Because you gave me all your love.
A fortunate man who has such a wife,
Thus joined together for all of their life.
Not wealth or fame could add to this.
When once is found, brings joy and bliss.
May I with effort and all of my soul,
See that our love will never grow cold.
But cause it to grow more faithful each day,
As hand in hand we finish life’s way.