Shedding grace on the profane

Ma cherie amor

Gift of love, bestowed by God, whatever He may be,

Upon disheveled, unkempt fool, bereaved, afraid, lonely;

Cut away the withered fronds that sap root of its life

Renew the growth that comes within; I learn this from my wife;

Thirty-two the count of years you've held earthly domain;

By standing here beside me you shed grace on the profane;

Joyeux anniversaire, ma belle femme