My twos of you are more plentiful than three of four,

My heart of one needs to be times five or even more,

Loving you can’t be quantified by numbers multiplied,

True love is significantly stronger than to be quantified,

Let us try it though, my legs run so my arms may hold,

My arms and legs are yours to be used preventing cold,

To keep you warm in winter I’ll do as needed in your care,

A poem or verse with a line or two in rhyme I will write,

I’ll add or multiply the number of lines or verses of night,

Night seems to be the time that’s correct for loving you,

If it would be a hundred lines more to sound sincere I’ll do,

My love grows so quickly in an hour I’m truly dismayed,

If only there was a counter that love could be displayed,

I doubt it could or should I say I doubt it would go so high,

To state the true reading of my love’s level it cannot deny,

My twos of you must be a billion or a trillion times more,

For each day for fifty years I’ve doubled the day before,

My rhyme though short contains my love so compressed,

My many heartbeats of I love you Patti I have expressed.

The end. I love you Patti! By Pat for Patti