I’ve spoken treasured words to you that felt as if laden in gold,

From my heart words came as I released them from my hold,

Some words so precious to have never been released or told,

These words of unsolicited need are often words to behold,

Men of endurance mine for gold and precious metals to the end,

My heart is an enduring flame rekindled by but a moment to spend,

A glance from your beautiful eyes create words of love I must send,

I mine precious words from my heart, so precise none are pretend,

Truly I have labored for an hour to describe with a perfect word,

I would vault into the sky from a mountain peak for it to be heard,

Shouting into the wind my little words of love, borders on absurd,

But from the miracle of dreams my songs and flight are of a bird,

The heart controls more than the mind yet doctors preach I’m wrong,

Reason and science from study proves my reasoning doesn’t belong,

Yet place love within each pulse of a man’s heart to make him strong,

His health improves and thoughts of love from the heart brings song,

To assist the mind and heart there are blessings known as emotions,

Emotions may bring pain yet they prevent us from acting on a notion,

Love’s emotion has created masterpieces crafted by minds in motion,

Thus the words I write this day are from love and my eternal devotion,

Once I was lost so long ago when returning from battle so fatigued,

No words were delivered to me in desperate times of soldier’s need,

Somehow I grew from this and my love’s “metal” tested to proceed,

Faith in you and our kiss of pained departure was love enough to heed,

Words so simple whispered in my ear carried me through each day,

Return to me, promise! Played in my head when danger came my way,

They are but words yet our hearts need such little words and to pray,

Words written for you sometimes flow like songbirds sing while at play,

At times I want to write words so sensational no other person has said,

Words crafted by wordsmiths of fame but written just for you instead,

If only I could speak a word laden with jewels for a crown on your head,

But my spoken words are made of air so I must say, “I love you”, instead.

The end, by Pat for Patti