(to be sung in the manner of a streetwise musical from the late sixties, complete with strangely sleek, man-made fabric clothing...)

i'm thankful for the clothes we wear
and for the ribbons in our hair
the dress we made to dance all night
and when the cops broke up our fight

i'm thankful for the lives we lead
when we remember rocks don't bleed
and when the leaves fall on the ground
we sing and dance go round and round...
(pause thoughtfully before continuing with a faster tempo)

i'm thankful for the time we share
and all the curls found in your hair
and all the things i can't recall
but truth be told my thanks is fal-
se
(lights down, deep bow, wait for applause...)

thankfulness for your smile and your curly hair
for your brains and for your wisdom
for your walking away and your walking toward
for your thoughtfulness and for your compassion
for your patience and for your affection

ten things from my perspective...

.other women are toads and hussies next to your beauty in and out
.no one on earth can awe me like you do
.even when i show disagreement by my action i agree with your judgement
.your loving is thorough and i appreciate that
.your wisdom from a life lived with Christ comforts me
.frequently when we're out in public together i think to myself, "wow, she's hot, i gotta get me some of that" and then the next morning, i wake up and there you are, inches away, and i think, "no WAY"
.your patience with me is astounding
.when we spend time with your family i begin to understand why you are perfect
.you make beautiful babies
.your lasagna is to die for

dee dee dee dum da
dee didum da da
dee dee dee dum da
dee didum da da

iyee wannawanna wanna ooooooo
dum didum dee dumm
iyee wannawanna wanna ooooooo
dum didum dee dumm

and then there was you and it all made sense...

if i get it in my head that you owe me
please remind me i don't deserve you
and if i decide you are wrong and i'm right
please remind me i don't deserve you
and if you think i've done something wrong and i think you're being female
please remind me i don't deserve you
and if i tell you i don't care what you think
please remind me i don't deserve you
and if you want to hit me in the face because i'm being so difficult
please remind me i don't deserve you just before you do that
or i might hit back
and i don't need to sink that far any more

when i think i have been too rough
i find you yielding as water

you are the shining surface, my dear
and however i wail against it
with my little fist of anger and pain
i cannot affect your perfection
for more than a moment

you are placid, embracing, warm, enduring