He loves her in the morning,
an he loves her in the night
when she is far away from him,
or very near in sight,
her eyes are his eyes too you know,
he sees her -
his delight,

He loves the shape of her body,
her **** curves
and how she move,
as she dances around
the living room,
an as she gets into the groove,
he hopes maybe later
her clothes he will remove,

He loves her sense of humor,
that smile -so beguiling,
she is so unique an rare to him,
in jeans an T -
so stylin,

He doesn't mind a scar or two,
she's a lady-who is tuff,
she is a little rugged- true,
not often into fluff,
she's not one so concerned with few,
too many material things an stuff,

Everyday with her,
a blessing-
yes, this is what he said,
he loves her every bit of her,
until he goes to bed,
and then he remembers quick,
an suddenly the dread,

Knowing that the morn' will come
as her gypsy feet may roam,
an so he turns- to plead of her,
please make my heart your home,
never should you wander far,
or ever be alone,

plant a stake an take a chance,
deep in ****** loam,

I love you so- do you not know?

Only love that's wonderful,
how you feel I mean,
but I could not know of this,
you kept me in between,

I only wished to love you,
and for you to love me back,
and accept the problems "we" have,
not see some things that I lack,