By: William Phenn
My sweetheart is made from such dainty things,
Soft skin, bright eyes and a heart that sings.
For this I thank the Lord above,
He sent her to me to be my love.
Of all Godís creatures great and small,
She is the one that I hold tall.
I love my pretty Precious One,
My heart tells me she is the one.
Till death becomes my fate one day,
Within her heart I hope to stay.
To comfort me when I feel low,
To feel the love Iíve grown to know.
These delicate delights I see,
Are just a few that impress me.
I love my Princess more each day,
And thus profess my love will stay.
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