My love is like a budding rose.
She’s such a pretty little thing.
I like to look down at her toes.
Or gaze upon her goofy grin.
We’re quite a team together, see.
We always have a lovely time.
I’ll tell you, confidentially.
Sometimes she helps me make a rhyme.
If I could do it all again,
I would not choose another one.
She is my lover and my friend.
A special kind of true woman.
It is as plain to me as that.
To her, I have to tip my hat.