TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
Our house is big, though our family’s small
The phone’s off the hook, cause we don’t want a call.
I need you darling more than anything
For your sweet kisses make a sad man sing.
I can feel life’s clock as it pounds away
While the moon says hello to the dying day.
I pray to partake of every sight and sound
While I still enjoy the right side of the ground.
Nothing beats the love of a willing mate;
So little time for fun, before it’s too late.
The Lord made you for me and me alone
And not for others that you might have known.
©Copyright by Tom Zart (Date Unknown)