Lurve...

You don't care that I'm messy,

Or don't comb my hair

That I don't have on make up, 

You still sit and stare

And tell me I'm gorgeous-

Your only true love,

That I surely must be

Sent from above

I will never be perfect,

And sometimes I slack-

You never pass judgment, 

Point out where I lack

I sit and I wonder

Just what did I do,

That God thought to send me

Somebody like you.

So I'll do my best 

To love and fight fair-

And be really grateful

That we are a pair