As I lay in thought of you the wings of a butterfly were heard,

In deep thought I felt I must put my feelings in descriptive word,  

With closed eyes I can see the sounds translated by my mind,

Where beautiful creatures fly I know you cannot be far behind,

I sank deeper into thought as I searched for words of perfection,

Too I wondered what it must be like to view near perfect reflection,

My consciousness views every angle in the mechanics of my mind,

As you walk towards me I can see a countering sway of your behind,

Tell me what it is I can’t see and perhaps I can see it through you,

Life is a gift and privilege no matter what I may have been through,

Often you have pulled me from eternity’s never ending beginning,

No matter my loss your touch tells me that a I am actually winning,

Too many qualify miracles by time spent together as reason why,

Thinking love grows with time even if wrongly married is but a lie,

No one knows of a never ending honeymoon we long ago began,

It started before that November night as from the church we ran,

Where light ends so ends our love thus we love forever in every life,

A ceremony of love is celebrated as night’s light blankets my wife,

My shine tarnished long ago yet she finds luster beneath my dust,

She is of gold, what shine I have is but a reflection of her on my rust,

Perhaps it’s true the angel of destiny slumbered as I entered the room,

Is that why I captured an angel’s heart ‘fore the angel came into bloom,

A tidal wave of emotion fills me from her touch or to breathe in her air,

Each love wave is filled with her essence penetrating my flesh and hair,

Diamonds and gold often share space with tarnished and worn jewelry,

If jewels and bracelets were without tarnish I would have no reason to be,

Yet that dull tarnished keepsake has value of heart for reasons unknown,

And she treasures my tarnish unconditionally her love for me has shown,

She is of gold and one day I too shall shine once again to be at my best,

November eight forty six years ago I peaked, of this fact I proudly attest,

Tonight’s air mixed with essence of her says the best has yet to come,

Truth be told only her touch can deliver me whole, then I’m again young.

The end,

By Pat for Patti.  I love you baby.  11/28/2016