Words I could never say fell from my lips onto the arms of she I hold,

Pray tell, my angel of morning light, why such precious teardrops of gold,

Each moment in sorrows pathway strains my heartbeat as if stalled,

Don’t you hear the whispered words of love begging my love be recalled,

See me through your teardrop’s haze I plead as I worship you from aground,

Listen carefully I plead my beautiful little girl for it is I whispering love’s sound,

It is not of slapping flesh as mine is of purity of heart where true love is found,

Mine are of tender whispers in your ear bringing love into the primal sex sound,

Hold near my angel as I approach your nape of tenderness to soon light,

No don’t I beg as I have been here so may times to be crushed with might,

Pleading anxiously that I may be accepted for a tender kiss upon your neck,

Having once dwelled there another rejection will make me a nervous wreck,

Teardrops of red have fallen for so long from my heart if only I might kiss,

Heaven’s created nape of tender angel’s neck please angel remember this,

My poor heart has anguished of this rejection meant for me and me alone,

Tell me of my sin against you and with all I am I promise for you I will atone,

I cannot enter heaven’s gate this way as I linger in purgatory for worship of you,

And I will give thanks that I have been blessed again with such an angelic view,

It is you I see and pray to see forevermore for but a glance is what I now implore,

And each time you are removed from my view I exchange pain for a second more,

Please see in me again the man who once placed nape kisses upon you,

If only you would reveal the truth and speak words that I know what to do,

For I will do absolutely anything to know such privilege as your nape to kiss,

I pray you realize there will be a day when my devoted love, you will miss,

Please remove your beauty from age’s sight as your youth retains itself true,

Shed no tear my beautiful little one for worry of wasted time is not a worthy view,

Gold enriched teardrops of angelic hazel eyes are a treasured part of my esteem,

To be a man with such worth that one precious drop of gold could fall is a dream,

Yet why would any man want such beautiful eyes to know teardrop’s sorrow,

To be the man of such worth would be the man that prays all tears be tomorrow,

Tomorrow is nonexistent thus my desire of teardrops to fall in the distant future,

Much preferred would be that droplets of red fall from my pierced heart’s suture,

From my heart let droplets of blood flow as a result of protecting your heart,

To form a golden red mixture of my blood droplet and your gold teardrop’s part,

Golden laced teardrops of love brought by love’s sorrow as my heart bled for you,

Of which my heart bled in attempt to prevent what you were going through,

A never ending loop of love as one love follows the other to express and protect,

From this bond of warrior’s heart and and angelic eyes comes a bond to erect,

Erected as a portrait in time of the angel watching over her warrior to the end,

And he the warrior willing to give it all in love of her until at last two souls blend.

I love you Patti, by Pat for Patti.  The end.