Nine Years Lovely lass of hair and eyes so brown Why is it that you grace my life and home? Your love for me is deep enough to drown My worries, and to warm me where I roam. And where I roam I always think of you, of how to kiss your lips and smile at last. When I come home to see my love so true, To whom my heart and spirit cling so fast. Now why is it that love has brought you here Despite my failings, faults, and roguish face? And how is it that you still hold me dear, And sight of you still makes my heartbeat race? Ah, Kenndra-love, know this to always be - My heart and soul are ransomed now to thee. copyright 15 August 2000 by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw.