As thoughts find an avenue upon which to flow I seek rest,

My heart calls upon your heart to ask was I ever the best,

I’ve fought wars with men so young they cried mama to die,

Yet fear was never felt such as in wait for the last goodbye,

The cry of the banshee is what’s heard from a “dear John”,

More tragic than a bullets pierce is thoughts of moving on,

As tear drops fall and sobs escape the voice with anguish,

Men of strength will fall onto the floor in a state of languish,

I once followed the sad and weary path of he so described,

Stricken with fear more intense than war I began to imbibe,

The unknown creates tragedy more so than realities truth,

Time falls upon the unaware to age him beyond his youth,

For you I cried, for you I almost died, then events occurred,

Tortured, beaten, unable to stand my broken heart stirred,

You delivered a kiss upon flesh hanging from my torn lip,

No disgust came upon your face as he delivering the whip,

From above came a light far brighter than any I have seen,

To be saved and delivered by a kiss from my future queen,

Was a gift from heaven far greater than any gift in my life,

Given by God, to save my life, delivered by my future wife.

The end. For Patti by Pat
Thank you Patti for praying for me during that time in my life. I’ll love you forever.