The Wonder of You

At first I thought you were just being nice To make a good impression on a first date. "Her true self needs time to break the ice," I thought as we talked until it was late. I saw you again, but you were still the same— Uncommonly gracious, loving, kindly spoken. "She’s not being real, playing the same game." I was quite certain I was seeing only a token. But additional encounters proved me wrong. You were as fetching and fabulous as before. "This lady is a treasure; she sings a true song." Hence, fond feelings for you I couldn’t ignore. I worried if I were worthy to seek your hand. You had character smiles out of my reach. "Face it, fool, for you she’s simply too grand." I saw myself as a crabapple, you as a peach. But there came a day when I had to do it Lest another suitor claim you as his bride. "Have I the courage, the charm and the wit?" Perhaps not, but I must know that I tried. Decades have passed with you as my Sweet. It may seem impossible, but I pledge it’s true. "She continues to take me off my feet." And that, my love, is the wonder of you.