I rose this morning to a beautiful soul vessel sleeping next to me,

It’s a blessing to wake each morning into a world filled with beauty,

At first viewing I become ii of you, it’s true I do,

For within this magnificent carriage of soul is the angel I love,

In a world that’s filled with hardship are you a gift from above?

It’s true I wonder of you, I occupy myself with you,

As my mind thinks of God’s creation I kneel in gratitude of such,

The little things that are everywhere although small mean so much,

I ponder you and the intoxication brought by you,

As Indian blankets cover a field with Inflorescences of red-violet,

Memories of a long ago meeting when mind and form were inviolate,

I knew then of true love, first sight brought feelings of,

It’s been fifty years and though my site fails everything you I see,

Yet I wonder why or perhaps is true, does she have full faith in me,

When their love is true, they share all that’s been or do,

Things held tight to the soul in fear of truthful response break hearts,

I had one thousand horses pulling a carriage of steel with titanium parts,

To guard the secret held, has such prevented full meld,

Long ago I washed a filth red from my blood stained wrists and hands,

Then a dream of lost love brought realization love can’t have demands,

Some say love’s a battlefield, I won’t allow such in our field,

Down a slope of cold empty dreams I slid until they were far away,

Into a meadow of songbird’s and flowers in a breeze controlled sway,  

I gathered flowers in for you, only missing a rose of blue,

I ask now under love’s umbrella forgive my slight for secrets held,

Nightmares brought by what wasn’t shared has now been felled,

I hold this bouquet of roses, as I present my cutest poses,

Let’s walk with hands held to share this slow waltz of flowers in sway,

Nestled in a bed of flowers and and beautiful scented roses I say,

You’re more beautiful today, age has made you this way,

Everybody that I know tells me my worth is little if not for you,

As I look at everything and what’s been said their words hold true,

If not for you and what you do, I’d be lonesome it’s true,

I’m surrounded in a world of you exactly where I want and long to be,

Time is moving faster through an hourglass no one can find or see,

Time is slowed through tragedy, but flows quickly when happy,

I rose this morning to a beautiful soul’s vessel sleeping next to me,

Again I am blessed to wake each morning into a world filled with beauty,

As always I wake to become ii of you, each morning I do,

For within your magnificent carriage of soul is the angel I love,

In a world that’s filled with hardship you are my gift from above,

You fill my world with wonder, it’s of you I dream in slumber.

The end, by Pat.  I love you.