You’re the toffee apple of my eye,

Crystal iris,

Honeyed-pie,

Manning the wheel in that woeful sky,

How blessed I am to be by your side.

 

You’re my milkweed butterfly,

Stained glass window,

Glacial spy,

With looking glass wings fresh from Versailles,

How blessed I am to be by your side.

 

Yes, you’re my polysaccharide,

Multi-grain,

Half bottle of rye,

But enough to make me pumpkin pie-eyed,

How blessed I am to be by your side.

 

You’re even my silver iodide,

For every cloud

Has a silver line, in

Case you didn’t hear me first time,

How blessed I am to be by your side.

 

You’re the saint that drives my tides,

Roman goddess,

The sunshine’s bride,

Games divine without design

And how blessed I am to be,

Indisputably,

By your

Side.