So often I’ve written lines in quest of tender touches of you,

It’s so hard to describe the actions I’m willing to go through,

Throughout life my heart has been overjoyed if you respond,

It’s as though your magic wand has sent me into the beyond,

I’ve gone beyond normal love to merge with a higher grade,

Many wrongs I’ve done in life yet my love is always displayed,

Wrong routes and tumble downs can’t change my heart’s way,

I expect so much of myself especially how my love is on display,

I must allow the words of love to flow but most of all describe,

Much like the artist’s canvas a portrait of love I must transcribe,

My words of love must identify who I am when read by verse,

And know I’m one directional without saying I’ll never reverse,

I hope I’ve said to the world that I’m her protector from the rain,

If dangers are imminent her assailants will know I’m there to reign,

Her little feet shall find comfort on my back to avoid the flood,

If necessary she may walk the length of my frame to avoid mud,

When others see her nude painting it’s of her beauty that I swell,

Pride swells within my heart that she chose me with whom to dwell,

Long ago she did something wrong yet hid it so I’d never know,

When told I already knew her poor heart worried that I would go,

If only she understood that my heart has loved her from the start,

Love if shown as bits of sand would fill every space inside my heart,

Such abundance of love for her dwells inside that I must be of sand,

I’m so filled with love for her I fear I’ll crumble if she holds my hand,

So many words of love used so many times to describe loving her,

My first viewing of her was a miracle of love that made my heart stir,

That sweet photograph of her was worn inside my bowels during war,

I love her so very much that I would do anything to show my love for,

At times I’ve seemed a giddy child just to be near a living dream,

I was so full of love and adoration I wasn’t as immature as I seem,

She deserved being as I had placed her upon a pedestal so high,

I plan to hold that same photo in my hands when I say goodbye.

The end, for Patti by Pat. I love you my beautiful little girl