Here we are just perfect
Like first day that we met
Your hair is just as beautiful
Your eyes still closed and yet

I see that special flutter
That melts my heart like butter
You always are improving
With age you keep me moving

Cupid has a reason
To keep our love in season
But really he don't have~ta
You fill my heart with laughter

Our bones are weak and aging
But Cupid keeps on raging
So come on give me kisses
I love you so "My Missus."
 

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright January 2, 2004