Somewhere between the velvet kisses

Is the reckoning of her solemn promises

She, all dressed in her feminine lace

Me, being her man, know my place

That despite all of my rough leather

Being her love makes our lives better

She is the secret of any pretense at perfection

Me, always better at her gentle direction

Each of us, having enough of heartbreaks

Embracing each other even in our mistakes

Started with an encounter of simple chance

There to my right, her, in my earnest glance

Was, she, my future and beloved wife

From that moment forward, she became my life