My Love, My Love To Jean, my Wonderful Wife of 44 Years. My Love, My Love, I need your Love. To make it through the night. Without my dear, You seem to be, Completely out of sight. I hunger for, Your lasting face. To warm my fears, With your embrace. Your comfort and, Your silent glow. Will rapture me, Till morning's show.
Reason for writing:
My wife Jean, without her, I would be nothing.
The Mother of our seven wonderful children.
All you husbands out there, would be lucky to have
half a wife like my wife, Jean. That song Jean, Jean, could
be written with her in mind.
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