Too Few
I watched her while she was sleeping
In the bed where we did stay
Her fair form was mine for keeping
In the place where we did lay
I would trace the gentle curves down
Her neck, and to her breasts
I listened closely to her heart
The rise and falling of her chest
Of such memories I do smile
Looking back upon this life
And still looking all the while
To make that woman my Wife
The sun will rise, the sun will set
And too few chances will we get
For what’s below, and all above
She so fills my Soul with Love
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