I'm feeling so extremely loved I'm just bursting with joy! The way she sultrily says that she's my wife... Her dogged doggy-in-the-window devotion... How she knows exactly which nerve to make tingle at the right time...

So, taking a cue from my very first dedication ("Chances Are") to Lady Lyn, here are three tunes in celebration of our hubby-wifey stage. Lyrics to please the most sappy of romantic fools, set to music that should turn off even the most Evergreen of listeners.

All of You
Michael Holliday
(Cole Porter)

After watching her appeal from every angle,
There's a big romantic deal I've got to wangle.
For I've fallen for a certain lovely lass,
And it's not a passing fancy or a fancy pass.

I love the looks of you, the lure of you,
The sweet of you, the pure of you,
The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you,
The east, west, north, and the south of you.

I'd love to gain complete control of you,
And handle even the heart and soul of you,
So love at least a small percent of me do,
For I love all of you!

A tidy tune from Cole Porter, that. All the desires of my soul wrapped up in one neat package. Oh, but she does loves me, and do I feel it!

Blue Room
Perry Como
(Richard Rodgers - Lorenz Hart)

We'll have a blue room,
A new room for two room,
Where ev'ry day's a holiday,
Because you're married to me.

Not like a ballroom,
A small room, a hall room,
Where I can smoke my pipe away,
With your wee head upon my knee.

We will thrive on, keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses,
With Mister and Missus,
On little blue chairs.

You sew your trousseau*,
And Robinson Crusoe,
Is not so far from worldly cares,
As our blue room far away upstairs!

On a dreamer's holiday... "Blue Room" is a romantic dreamer's retreat, swirling almost every idealistic image of marriage into the realm of your mind, no?

I'd Love to Come Home to You
Michael Holliday
(Kearney)

If you ask me what
I want most of all to do,
I'd love to come home,
I'd love to come home to you,

If you said you'd make
My dearest of dreams come true,
I'd love to come home,
I'd love to come home to you.

At the end of my working day,
I'd hurry home right away,
To be back with you by seven.

I'd step on the welcome mat,
Then take off my coat and hat,
And walk right into your arms and into Heaven.

There's no need to guess
My idea of happiness,
I'd love to come home,
To you, you alone it's true!

What would I love best,
The rest of my life to do,
I'd love to come home,
I'd love to come home to you.

Thus ends my trinity of lovey lyrics, on a high note of coming home to Lyn. Even more appropriate considering the Emerald Isle and us. I truly wonder what it'll be like, coming home to her... Off I go to Dreamland!

* the personal outfit of a bride; clothes and accessories and linens

note: entry's title doth refereth to the number of kiddies in tow for lynick