(January 28th, 1984)
Erna, my wife, I love you!
You're the most beautiful to me,
Ever since that first then woo,
When you laughed, girl, hee, hee, hee!
When that passion welled up
At the clumsiest try to kiss.
When you pressed my hand to your thigh;
Which made me half drunk, my miss!
When I tried the first embrace
And searched for the soft parts
And hardly dared to pass the lace,
Afraid to be killed by love's darts.
Ever since you were mine
You've grown to be a princess.
And you'll follow that line
To become queen, yes and empress!
I really do love you, darling!
Yes my rose, you are my treasure . . .
Your voice like soft bells go kling, kling!
And your entire self is my pleasure.
O Erna, forgive all the wrong
That I may have done to you
And help me make my love so strong
That I'll do anything for you.
For I want to serve you, my love.
I want your eyes to be like a dove's.
For that sparkle amazes me
And that is why I shout hoozee!