This rhyme is for my Baby, Whose love thrills and fulfills me. How? Well, by and by, A spirit broke, now soars and flies. Though we weren't each other's first, She saved my soul and quenched the thirst. How? Well, found my find, Got it right the second time. First mourned, then she opted to try, Never be better some implied. How? Well, self did sell, Convinced her that all'd be well. We believe there's no sure bets, Further we go, better it gets. How? Well, truth be told, Best of friends must hug and hold. Loves the kids she never had, Admires that I'm a hands on Dad. How? Well, tit for tat, Ain't no way I'd kick her cat. Polish won't add to her shine, This gorgeous lady I call mine. How? Well, proud and prime, Keeps her word, speaks her mind. Her sweet smile, brightens this life, One lucky guy, cuz she's my wife. How? Well, now I know, Brain should rule what's down below.