“…We did write a poem A perfect blend of rhyme and wit The epitome of color and suit! A perfect orchestra of fidelity and trust!”

“I encountered her the other night, Our eyes locked under the crimson traffic lights. She slipped me a note with her number…”

will teach my sons and daughters to marry right, But before I do, I must find my guiding light, To mother our children with love so bright,

“…To light your countenance, As your guileless eyes Stare into mine Getting me all frail and feeble, And to let you know that you are mine.”