As a youth he journeyed thruout the countryside
by Irving Kaufman, M.D.
Hoping he would find his bride.
She would be fair of face
Full of beauty and grace.
She would be gentle and kind
There would be a meeting of the mind
They would talk about anything
Or be close saying nothing.
The greatest gift from the heavens above
Is to be able to share one's love
Even when one finds the bride
Then one must never hide,
The search is never ending
Shared love always needs tending.