HARD TO FIND.

It would be hard to find a more loving man,
With such kind and gentle ways
Than the wonderful man I married,
For I have so many happy days.

There is something very special
In the love light in his eyes,
All the little things he does,
The way he is thoughtful and wise.
He opens doors and holds my chair,
Puts my coat on, treats me like a queen.
Nothing is ever too much trouble,
The likes of him is hardly ever seen.

I must have done something sometime
To have won my precious love,
I’ll strive all my days to show my thanks
For a husband trained in heaven above.

M Ann Margetson Oct 23 1998 ©
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