I’d follow you to Russia, I’d follow you to France
I’d follow you through wind and rain only wearing my pink underpants–
My love is true,
And between me and you–
The thirteen years that we’ve spent wed
Are far better than a TemperPedic bed–
Or a dedicated cleaning lady
To clean up all our corners shady–
Or a new truck that’s good on gas
Or a silver set of demitasse–
Or trips to Spain and London and Peru,
They’d mean nothing if I couldn’t be with you.
Diamonds, rubies, emeralds and pearls–
Mere trinkets compared to those eyes of yours.
Your hand holds mine through thin and thick
And all those times that you’ve been quick
To love me, despite my many flaws
(Even when I show my teeth and claws!)
You’re my rock, my hero and my friend
You’re the love that never ends–
You make me laugh and give me hope
Even when I feel I’m on the ropes–
There’s no one else with whom I’d rather be
Then thee; my love, my light–than thee.