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!