She never really liked her face
She had a hairlip (slightly)
So when she talked she'd raise her hand
And cover it, politely.
She never really liked her looks
Her hips were "just too wide,"
She shuddered when she saw her clothes
hang limply at her sides.
I loved her looks, I loved her lips,
I called her my sweet rabbit
She blushed at that, but learned to laugh
For laughing was her habit.
I longed to buy her pretty things
To wrap around her wrist
Or soft, thin clothes of deep, rich hues
To wrap around her waist.
"No- I'll stick with my linen dress,
We'll buy a house instead."
She always wanted a garden
To plant and feed and tread.
We found a house that met our needs
On 12 Waverly Street
We lived and loved for many years
To the tramp of children's feet.
Ah Ruth, my love, you were to me
The greatest of all the beauties
Ah, Ruth, my love, I cannot be,
Without you laughing, happily.