My husband doesn’t say much
He’s a kind of quiet man
So tall and dark and handsome
And a dedicated sports fan.
He works for us from dawn ‘til dusk
And never will complain
He wants to see me happy
Not in want or pain.
He loves the Lord with all his might
And studies God’s great Word
Our family listens to his heart
The lines are never blurred.
He listens to old high school tunes,
The kids think he’s ‘old fogey’
But we share the tunes and films;
Chicago, Bread and Bogey.
I cannot nail the greatest thing
That makes me love him so…
Could it be the silly grin
He gives me when I’m slow?
Or is it more the watchful care
He lavishes on neighbors
When they call upon his help
To aid them in their labors?
So many things he does for me…
There is one awful sweet
That when I’m really tired,
He rubs my aching feet.
Now that’s a man you want around,
A bona fide sweet keeper;
A ‘pedi’ is a fun day out
But my husband’s cheaper!
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