The Ecstacy Of Innocense
I guess somehow I may never know,
The life, the gift that you always show.
Your caring eyes and tender hands,
That reminds me how blessed I am.
In our first monthsary, words can't tell,
How happy I am to be your man.
Trials, hardships, O, they are but worthless!
Compared with the love that you're giving me, selfless!