Oh! My lovely lass, why don’t come sit by my side and lay
your head upon my lap. Let me rock you to sleep and ever so slowly to the world
of a million dreams. Why don’t you tell me your weary day and I promise thee
that I shall listen with all my heart. Of all the people in this world so wide,
I for one know that there are times when you look not for advice and opinion
but an understanding shoulder to rest your heavy head.
It may not be always that I am the ideal husband, but for
the wonderful wife that you are, I sure will work my way up there. For a lass
so lovely like you deserve but the very best and the best alone shall suffice.
Oh my Lovely lass, tell me of all the vistas that you have
seen, the people you met and the life you experienced. Let us be that teens
again, who sat on a mossy rock by the ravishing sea and talked of all the
wonders under the sun, the moon and the million stars. Let me bet that guys who
used to listen to your ever heart beat and who reveled in the rhyme of your
breath. I confess to the time that was once, when my very existence clang onto
thine like a drowning man to straw.
Oh my love, tell me your tale and do fill those many a blank
pages that I in my mindless slumber missed, I promise thee to miss not another
page of our wonderful saga of love, I will with religious adherence etch every
word of our life to be in the beautiful script that ought to be. Oh my love
this I promise.
Oh my dear, do come and sit by my side, lay you dainty head
on my lap, let me cajole you, let me relish you, Oh my love be here with me as
if you knew that I belonged to thee.
Oh my love, look at me like you used to look, your eyes so
moist and dreamy. Let me behold the love, the love know has not died, not yet.
