Although I’m plain,
If you’ll be my missus,
There’s no cause to complain;
You’ll be smothered with kisses.

I’ll smooch you every morning,
Before leaving the house.
When I return in the evening,
There is one, also a new blouse.

Will call you each hour,
Just to keep in touch.
Daily, you’re assured of a flower,
As I adore you so much.

It hurts to see you huff and puff,
Trying hard to push me away.
Please don’t reject my love,
That’s all I want to say.

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