we lived for long
And built alot.
You're truely the one
with my favorite beard.

she loved to sing and no
verse went by without the beard
she wished to grow it
And she never slept without
A hand on it.
she said I sounded good
Because of my beard
And she loved my kisses
To feel my beard.

yes she left and so did the beard
I grow it often but she has
never returned.
I will grow it longer
And wait for her, for she loved it
To comb it! was her favourite
it was a present she boasted over.