So often I’ve thought of you for hours just to pass the time,

It seems each time my heart wants to burst out in a love rhyme,

Last night I looked upon a star brighter than any star I’ve seen,

It reminded me of your eyes so crystal clear yet with hazel sheen,

I watched the star until morning blue drowned the bright out,

With the brightness of day an angel arose bringing joy about,

To see the wonders of my morning angel I’d sacrifice weeks,

How can it be that with a smile her heart and soul speaks,

A kaleidoscope of color erupts with spring’s colors galore,

Her red lips beckon to me in such that I find need to explore,

My heart awakens to her as she allows her areola pink to expose,

I’ve wondered in the darkness when was it her love for me arose,

Too long I’ve lingered in illness when loving her should be shown,

Trapped in a dungeon of pain I have disdain for the pain I own,

Darkness of pain contrasts the beautiful colors that surround her,

When I look at her worrying for me I wonder what I have to offer,

I’ve a small piece of gold that truly seen is a photograph so old,

How can a picture bring the colors of earth alive when in my hold,

I have seen blue skies when the darkest of times were at hand,

When so very ill and beaten although impossible I could stand,

A picture of her may be a sculptor’s desire and dream of fame,

As the sands of time fall through the opening of glass it’s a shame,

Although she ages to become more beautiful to me it saddens me still,

My fingertips softly on her image awakens long ago love and always will,

She is still the photograph from heaven each night when I hold her tight,

The sparkle of her hazel eyes awakens youth of old to feel lover’s delight,

I open my aged eyes to see the beautiful teenage bride that I still adore,

She’s the girl I love as the colors of rose are upon her anatomy once more.

The end.  By Pat for Patti.  I love you.