It seems love has dulled my rapier sharp wit down to a pen,
And to that end I am grateful,
God bless the angel who made me the man I’ve become.
A walking set of memories with remedies for heartache,
I put my hope in charity cases,
But make no mistake,
My days of being one are done.

God bless the humble heart that fumbled it’s way,
Into the lead part of my yesterday,
God bless the woman I loved,
Who showed me that trying to be enough,
Is sometimes far too much,
God bless her for what she was,
God bless her for who she is.

A friend in need,
A spirit freed,
A lover much,
But just enough,
Never such.