The sweet-peas that she gathers 

Are destined for some jar

She walks the garden, scissors in hand

Not going (I’m glad) far

She’s back within the house now

And I can only hear

Suggestions of her presence

Which is to me so dear

This woman who’s so precious

You see’s my key to life

A life that’s heaven despite the blows

Because she is my wife. 

I lead a blessed life.