Oh, would it be that I were born With sweet truffles upon my spoon, Schooled in every charm and grace, Able to gift you the stars and moon, To you, my love, a long embrace Amidst hibiscus in full bloom. Or would it be that I were born, Clad long ago in lincoln green, In the land of woods and forest, Songbirds, the fairest to be seen, To you, my love, in full chorus, Serenaded along the stream. Or would it be that I were born, During the days of chivalry, Protecting honor and your heart, Surrounded by rich antiquity, To you, my love, never apart, From attendant's in silk or me. Oh, but it is that I am born, Of modest means and circumstance, With only these arms to hold you, Riches only earned by chance, To you, my love, a heart so true, A simple life of song and dance.
Reason for writing:
Oh, but if it were that I could give to my sweetheart, Jean
Louise, all those things that life can bring, yet, all I have
are these simple arms, to enfold her within, hoping that a
man of simple words, and with only strength of conviction and
heart, will afix a permanent smile upon her loving face.
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