You love her.
Do anything in the world for her?
You admire her.
Constantly not afraid to even tell her.
You feel blessed.
To know that her heart is sincere.

You're a woman's servant.
There's not nothing you won't do to please her.

You're her doctor.
When she's sick.
You her cook.
When she is hungry.
You her lover.
When she needs pleasing.
You're a woman servant.
And not afraid to admit it.


Oh, you're no slave.
Or her master.
And neither is she yours.

But you a different breed of man that cherish what you have?
What's God given?
In your mind means to treasure forever.
Which you do loving her.