I've never been a rich girl,
Be it money, looks, or knowing,
But you hath made me richer
In owning a life worth showing.
Many a skill I hath known and learned,
But none hold gold to thee.
Thy wit and cunning surpass the best,
'Tis you the legends strive to be.
Thy words come swifter than a fox,
With wisdom from all the ages.
I can read you like a book,
With missing and blank pages.
You found me as an AWOL slave,
A reckless, used up wench.
But thou hast washed me clean,
Thy love saved me from The Trench.
Now our book is being filled
With pages of war and love,
We've won and lost some battles,
But we've never lost our love.