I’ve penned you many a funny poem,

And made you laugh a bit.

But you are my true serious home,

Loved table where I sit.

I sit and see you next to me,

While beauty lights your face.

Good fortune will not let me be,

But whispers, “Here is grace.”

I know I’m blessed in loving you,

And my whole life is good.

If I must fly whole worlds for you,

I could, I should, I would!