On my face there was no glow
Lonely yes. not in the know
The “loves” I have had all faux
Nobody called me their beau
She was gentle as a doe
She is my friend, not my foe
Seed in hand we start to hoe
The oven we place our dough
Water with current does flow
Our boat we begin to row
The love seems to always grow
Our lives together we sew
