You say you’re just a disabled woman,
but Anne there’s no one as uniquely wonderful as you.
At age fifty you think you’re looks are gone,
but Anne there’s no one as beautiful as you.
You dream of all the things you could have done,
but Anne you did more than enough, and
no one could ever be as loving as you.
And I must have been favored by angels in heaven
on the day I met beautiful, wonderful you.
Bob Boyd