Enveloped in a state of love driven infatuation,

Wrapped in a world of joy, made of love’s elation,

Our story may be old, perhaps the oldest known,

Aged enough to tell a tale of “how time has flown”,

Absence of vacant time spoken of in my love rhymes,

Vacant time is missing love in best and worst of times,

To be absent vacant time can be a blessing of night,

In absence there is no emptiness of heart, even slight,

I’ve felt anguish in the night with fear I may succumb,

I know fear of unfounded love tainted with the numb,

What is it my poor heart beats in anguish to erase?

Increased pulse so rapid it pains me to join the chase,

My heart though aged still struggles with desire of one,

My poor heart seeks but one and so shall seek till done,

For her love and through her beauty my heart shall find,

My place of kneeling that upon wedded knee we bind,

Two hearts to be bound in rapture’s delight evermore,

My heart is wrapped through with love of her even more,

Rapturous delight is a wonderful word used to display,

A heart filled with loving her until my final love her day.

The end by Pat for Patti

The end, I love you Patti, Forevermore, By Pat