Never did a man’s heart beat,
As when ours did first meet.
To hold your hand was sweet.
To have love was a treat.

I knew of love, I did.
Before you, my heart hid.
I couldn’t put it on bid.
I chose to keep me alid.

Yet, by luck or by chance,
I found romance, and a chance
A new chance to enhance
All I knew, with a dance.

So I say to you, love,
My peach, my sweet, my dove,
Place me in your heart’s cove.
And I shall know much love.