My Melissa, I love her so,
Worship the ground where she walks.
I cannot wait to meet her beside the garden gate.
Take her hand in mine and walk across yonder lea.

Walk to the woods, and along the creek,
Holding hands and breathing her smile.
For she is my wife to be,
She is my life, you see.

And one day not too far away,
We will one Sunday wed.
Settle down on the hill,
And a family together raise.

For Melissa is my life,
She is my hope and future,
So to her I bow unending,
She is my love unbending.

~ TOM (tomWYO@aol.com)~
© April 20, 2003

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