The love for my woman is hard to express,
For all she has given me is pure happiness.
She's there when I need her most of the time,
Her needs always come second to mine.

Don't know what I would do if she wasn't so bound,
For all these years she's been hanging around.
She's like a rose that never fades,
She has only got more lovely with age.

She's still as beautiful as the day that we met,
And believe me that's one day I'll never forget.
When I walked in and seen her, my heart filled with love.
Her radiant face, like an Angel above.

Her hair is not dark any more, it's all gray,
But I still love her, more every day.
When I first met her she wore a seven,
Now she can't even wear an eleven.

But I've been thanking the good Lord above,
For giving me that much more woman to love.
I don't deserve her this I am sure,
And I thank you Lord for giving me her.

"Thanks for Her"

©Walt Chapman