Across the hills composed of years and rivers flowing of love,

Is a place of solace and love that you and I have dreamed of,

Sparkles come from diamonds, polished gems, and your eyes,

Nothing has the glistening sparkles as your eyes in night skies,

I’ve struggled to say beyond what words allow to describe a touch,

Particles of delight ignite my molecular structure, atoms and such,

What words can describe such sensations that enkindle me inside,

How can I explain the laws of unconditional love to which we abide,

Bring to me your love and blind my eyes yet I will know your touch,

My heart is bound of you and yours of me how can I describe such,

I’ve reached into the river of flowing love long ago and found your,

Beyond a sentence having every word of love with more to procure,

Each thing of beauty I see draws my heart much closer to your love,

You’re the girl with long flowing dark hair and hazel eyes I dream of,

In a long ago city unknown to most my heart opened wide for you,

It’s a long hard road we’ve driven softened by love’s beautiful hue,

I’ve seen every color in every hue much more clearly touching you,

Lavender flowers set against a hillside bring thoughts of love true,

Love as a thought is empty and just a word until entry of your form,

Our spiritual love borne of touch grew exceptionally beyond norm,

A beautiful picture of you provided courage to fight when I had none,

I traced through more than one photo before the violence was done,

Touch by absentia got me through desperate days when I was alone,

That’s how I got through those days when my future was unknown,

How can it be said true of my heart unless every word known is used,

That question has been asked of me and each time I appear confused,

My appearance and inability to say is because of limitations of speech,

So it shall be ‘to capture our seasoned love in words is beyond reach,’

With the touch of fingertips a night world of kaleidoscope stars appear,

In a vessel of love we kiss as it sails across glass seas with skies clear,

We wade to shore on an island beautifully laden with flowers of nature,

The joys we share are impossible to describe without verbal departure,

Kiss upon the lips of an angel and pray she responds the same,

Fifty years ago I kissed the lips of an angel true that took my name,

That’s how it is I must say there’s no one line to describe such love,

It is the stars, heaven, children’s joy and her, that our love is made of.

The end, by Pat.  Written especially for Patti, my lifelong love