My thoughts seem to take flight upon wings given lift by you,

From high above the reality of my existence I find a better view,

Mental images project upon a thought canvas of the one I love,

Perhaps imagination but seeming real I try to stay aloft above,

From loves starting line there is no final as true love doesn’t end,

An imaginary starting line so straight in design it doesn’t bend,

Invisible to the eye but felt and seen by the heart is loves touch,

Though you’re seen as an image in my mind I need you so much,

Time is always fading away from me yet I sometimes wish it’d fly,

The kiss from an angel still provides the fuel I need just to get by,

A rose growing alone in the wilderness is no less beautiful there,

Distance and time won’t change that you’re so beyond compare,

A lifetime ago I cried from a million miles away that you’d come near,

Perhaps it was my desire and extremes allowing me to see you clear,

I concentrated hard through the tears and reloaded the push to see,

A measurement of love, loneliness, and situation brought you to me,

You disappeared as quickly as you came as if a summertime storm,

The millions of miles increased my love and need beyond the norm,

Those memories require a stout reserve of emotions to review such,

Ever so lonely I discovered how our first kiss delivers a lifetime touch,

Hold me tight that I may create new memories of a time to be long ago,

To be long ago soon as time’s travel is increasingly fast never to slow,

I feel as though I’ve been under a lifetime spell of acute narcotic bliss,

Without ingested drugs I’ve walked high in clouds sent there by a kiss,

I spoke of “a time to be long ago” but in reality I didn’t correctly speak,

In lover speak I would have said “a time to soon be long ago in a week,”

A lifetime of love flys by so quickly as it seeks fulfillment of your desire,

Fifty years of love seems to be but ten as rapid time is love’s identifier,

There’s not enough words inside our language to express how I feel,

It’s a magnetic force of sorts created by your love and your sex appeal,

Hear the sound of my heart pounding aloud as you come into view,

My heart is entwined within the desire and commitment to love you.

The end, by Pat. For Patti. I love you baby girl, Feb. 2019