Little kisses on my face
Each do make my squishy heart race
The one I love, she is so cute.
Eats no meat and instead loves fruit.
She likes the whiskers on my face
And so I leave them, all in place.
And when it rains, to my Daniella,
I’d give the very last umbrella.
And walking still, all soaking wet,
I’ll be by her side, on that you can bet.
Morning, noon, or in evening chill
A single look from her may thrill.
We walk and talk and sit and dream,
Della and I are a strong little team.
Even though in a far foreign land
My lover knows well that she has my hand.
To give me love, support, and hope,
Is perhaps a cliche trope.
But I care not for what is hip,
For in her presence my world does slip,
Away and then we’re all that’s left.
No more stress, nor fear, nor weight to heft.
Her eyes, smile, rosy cheeks with dimple,
With her i see how life is simple.
Adventure is each day with her,
And of my choice I’m rightly sure.
For in her heart i can see love like mine,
In the lonely dark, brightly it does shine.
It keeps me warm when I am sad,
And helps me when I get bad.
It keeps me focused on a real plan,
It makes me into a better man.
I’ll say it loud, and ill say it clear,
Plainly now for the world to hear.
I love Daniella above all the rest.
My feelings will survive any test.
And so will she, of that she and I.
We will love each-other till the day we die.
Working hard to make a life,
A husband I, and her a wife.
She with design, and I on rabies,
Saving pennies to pay for babies.
All together at family events,
We will have to build a giant tent.
To house us all, her fam and mine,
And inside share song, dinner, and wine.
In the grass puppies and kittens play,
And little ones learn the Jewish way.
Still we walk and talk and sit and dream,
Stronger each day this growing team.
Bit by bit each passing year,
We give this world just a little more cheer.
Together we both can see,
A brighter future for humanity.
And when I’m low and out of place,
She plants a kiss upon my face.
I take her hand and my blood does cool,
And for my temper I feel a fool.
We laugh and sing, we music make,
Each song in me a fire wakes.
For she I would give everything,
My name, my pride, my shiny things.
And yet she asks for little else
than to also love me well.
And so I write these silly words
To say the things she’s already heard.
Still I say them in each new way,
Knowing I’ll say them every day.
Because there is no way I may contain,
The depth of love in this limited refrain.
These sounds and thoughts they don’t mean much,
Compared to the volumes in my lovers touch.
A look, a smile, a quiet sigh,
My words won’t match them, but still I’ll try.
For I love you, and You love I.