My eye has fallen on your funny face
You look so dear I cannot shift my gaze
Both love and humour cherish and embrace
Your skin and smile and on them gladly graze.
My tears have fallen on your fine made hands
As you held me to comfort and caress
And on our fingers are our wedding bands
Which symbolise that union God did bless
My nose has sniffed the honey of your smell
My ears have heard the your much desired gruff voice.
My fingers know your crevices so well
My toes all tingle as in need of vice.
For serious words are death to married joy
And so my humour I shall now employ.