If I could stretch the length of a night I would for you,

To stretch the night would mean stretching day time too,

A second in time added numerous times equals a bit more,

As the hourglass of eternity flows its but sand on the floor,

Sand is but dirt to some while to others it’s precious time,

For me the sands of time are particles of gold in a rhyme,

Used as an expression of my need to lengthen my life,

If only a minute times ten I’d happily use it with my wife,

Have you seen her this woman of six decades plus five,

Time as used here has passed her by to keep youth alive,

I falter in her presence to become weak as when first love,

Each day of her beauty gives pause in time to ponder of,

Yet “when first love” burns freely igniting my heart aflame,

The start of true love with such passion is still felt the same,

When I look into her beautiful eyes I see our Maker’s hand,

Her eyes seem of perfect crystallized glass of colored strand,

Colored gases of space that fill our universe with tinted glow,

As each color unites to create her hazel eyes that I love so,

I again fall so deeply in love with her I must gush to all I see,

The miracle of this rhyme of His hand is that she loves me.

The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you baby.