While deep in thought I thought of you and I wondered why,

Why was a lifetime of love given to such an unworthy guy,

I’ve loved you since my birth although it doesn’t sound true,

How you wonder could an infant and child be in love with you,

I have loved the idea of love and loved the thought of but one,

One angel, one person, that loves but one until her life is done,

Her heart, your heart, is given me, in thought, in your soul too,

How did our bond come to be, do my spoken words ring true?

Those values of you were born within my soul some time ago,

I was in love with that girl when desires of love began to show,

Through a window late one night my eyes vowed my life to her,

Towards her I walked in stride knowing love was all I could offer,

I knew she knew somehow that her life was now bound to mine,

Live life two years more then you will be given love of a lifetime,

From a locking of our together we became conjoined as but one,

Live life and have some fun as upon my return that time is done,

A wartime draft notice took me away from her and all I knew,

Loving her had filled my short life and she would fill it in war too,

Oh how my heart cried for her, oh for but her tender touch I cried,

While home after two years our kiss stated our love was undenied,

To be without word from her or she without letters written of me,

Became so very painful to me and her, akin to a wartime tragedy,

Letters written of my hand were never seen by her beautiful eyes,

A letter written by her could have strengthened a heart that cries,

It took nearly forty years for confirmation of my written word,

Her mother said she read my letters in a manner jokingly absurd,

My thoughts were “at last!” as I’m sure doubt filled Patti’s mind,

Bless the heart of my little bride as hiding my letters was unkind,

Her eyes were filled with tears upon her mother’s announcement,

I had many things to say yet I held my words at bay of deployment,

For her heart I didn’t speak my mind as I could see pain in her eyes,

From lonely word of heart it’s true, at night a lonely soldier cries,

On a hot August evening I was born with Texas heat all around,

At times sidewalks held the heat so you could fry on the ground,

It’s true of the heat but also of the cold as it could go far down,

Bugger by night they’d say of a wild place called Borger town,

Despite the heat there I was, eight pounds was full of love for her,

The dreams I’d have were all of her, my love I would not squander,

I swear that love for her is more precious than its weight in gold,

How I wonder could that be, how much gold is in a 24 karat hold?

To be loved by her is precious, more precious than the richest mine,

She truly gives her life to you as she cares for you with love divine,

Her heart is a vessel of undying love that I’m blessed to have known,

From her kiss I am made a better man and of her love, I have flown,

I’ve heard her voice in a whisper of comfort for my battered frame,

Somehow she sought me out upon my return and called my name,

Within her soul she knew that had survived the war to return to her,

Her love is true and given to me, the boy with only his name to offer.

The end. For Patti by Pat