A soft whispering breeze carries a message of times long past,

I ask myself in bewilderment is it true that what transpires is cast,

Is my love enough to carry me through another illness and pain,

It’s not the agony or pain but the anchor of illness that I so disdain,

One two three four, try again, try once more, let me catch my breath,

Again I touch your hand as darkness invades holding me above death,

Without a doubt I will wake in agony as broken stones invade again,

The stretching of my urethra and ureter is how the pain will begin,

I’ve made the march of the innocent by invitation nearly fifty times,

Fifty times within six years is too much pain even if just in my rhymes,

The prospect of a beautiful rose tempts me under the knife once more,

Only thrice has an emergency laid claim to my fate as never before,

The rose of health or should I say my elusive blue rose never seen,

Once long ago before America wed my soul to the military machine,

Back then I shone with twinkling eyes and joy while I was in your view,

She was there, it was she the angel, of course you know she is you,

Again I speak of the elusive blue, the elusive rose of which I speak,

In each life there is the long sought rose that has what it is we seek,

While it’s been proven that I can endure extremes of pain each day,

Known as durable, strong, and an optimist are things others say,

Come near to me, my non-elusive queen and touch my soul with love,

Fill the hollows left by pain’s ravaging appetite with kisses from above,

Your heart delivers heaven with every beat and a promised kiss for me,

Your beautiful smile while residing within my vision is all I want to see,

As I wake to endure pains path through my anatomy I pray you’re here,

Breath is difficult today as my liver’s bleed has become actively clear,

My hepatic capsule torn from the organ it encapsulates will at times bleed,

Most often the four hour journey of pain is but a reminder I must cede,

I must surrender to pain and allow its due course while I find you to touch,

It’s your heart I desperately need, its in the angel of you I love so very much,

Smile tenderly at the writhing man as your touch allows teardrops to form,

To light upon the soil as if in a slow deliberate free fall of controlled norm,

I love one being so very much that tears of love betrays my strength,

I am tender of you, I am love of you, for you I have endured to the length,

With a tender touch from you my journey releases some of the torment,

Odd and strange as it may seem but in your presence I sense heaven’s scent,

Breath of an angel as she draws near to place upon my lips a tender kiss,  

I breathe deep to absorb her exhale of gases as they I don’t want to miss,

A kiss is medicine, it is release of endorphins that will remove some pain,

She I love is always at my side, for her I fight, I will always fight……..

……………………………………………………………………………………to remain.  

The end, by Pat for Patti. I love you