Love and humour

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.