April The Eighth
“On the eighth day of April
my true love gave to me…”
well, not eight maids-a-milking,
that’s a truth;
I would need a couple of hundred head of cattle to keep them occupied – milking, that is.
Or they could do something else;
but, I can’t afford such a wage bill – I haven’t even got a farm.
So, what did I get?
Well, my true love gave to me the continued honour of her presence in my life – for which I am truly grateful.
And, in return, I gave to her my heart, yet again, as I do every eighth of April – and all the other days, too.
Because that is what we do.