Samson and Delilah

You are my Delilah
And you I love so much.
Most men I could crush within my grasp,
Yet you only feel the tenderest of touch

You will always be my samson,
And oh how you are so strong.
You know how much I love you,
But your hair ! it's getting long !

You know I love your golden locks
But they're always in the way.
Perhaps time to cut it back,
And for god sake have a shave

I have done all that you ask my love,
But something isn't right.
I feel somewhat weaker within myself
And I've lost that inner fight.

Do not dwell upon such things my dear,
For you are still my love.
But clean the dishes, take out the trash
And for f#@k sake walk the dog.

Got ya's

Craig ;-)