My wife grows lovelier as the years pass,
I tell her so whenever I find chance;
I cannot live without her love and class.
Some souls age gently, fragile clear as glass,
But she matures with grace, as in a dance—
My wife grows lovelier as the years pass.
I thank the heavens for this radiant lass;
Her glance can still enthrall me in a trance,
I cannot live without her love and class.
Her hair flows richly, meadow’s waving grass,
She stirs my heart with but a single glance;
My wife grows lovelier as the years pass.
She turns the heads of crowds that gather mass,
She speaks with sharpened truth, a noble lance;
I cannot live without her love and class.
Through all these years she is my steadfast lass,
Unyielding when she takes her noble stance;
My wife grows lovelier as the years pass,
I cannot live without her love and class.
