The Private Thoughts of a Married Man

 

To my dear wife I write this verse

I feel I could say more

Than that which I've been heard to say
So now my heart I'll pour

I can't express, the tenderness

With which I care for her

She won't accept a compliment

Of that you can be sure

 

She's too possessed with modestness

I've told her that before

But still she says her best's not good

Yes, of that you can be sure

 

She's seldom vain, but tends to hide

Her feelings and her thoughts

Until they burst from in her breast

And I hear plaintive discourse

 

I love my little Marion

Though she would say she's plain

To me she's ever beautiful

And my feelings stay the same

 

I wish I'd said this all before

But now I've said it plenty

She's wonderful to me you know

Hope I expressed it dainty

  

(c)Rhumour 1975