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THE JOY OF NEW LOVE
(Imagined from perspective of widowed/divorced man.)
Dear God, I feel the luckiest of men;
She’s said she would like to see me again.
I’m already smitten with this fair ‘hen’,
Who’s petite, plain and gentle as a wren.
I asked to meet her on Friday at ten;
Her “Yes” and our parting kiss said “AMEN!”
I do desire her, but I’ll spare her hymen
Until my time comes to marry again
And raise up a family of children.
(There’s no doubts or ‘if’, it’s a case of ‘when’.)
Dear God, I feel the luckiest of men;
She’s said she would like to see me again.
I’m already smitten with this fair ‘hen’,
Who’s petite, plain and gentle as a wren.
I asked to meet her on Friday at ten;
Her “Yes” and our parting kiss said “AMEN!”
I do desire her, but I’ll spare her hymen
Until my time comes to marry again
And raise up a family of children.
(There’s no doubts or ‘if’, it’s a case of ‘when’.)
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