What time is right I wonder when love enters the heart,

Is avoidance the answer when my feelings of love start,

Or do I say it aloud to carry my emotions of love your way,

Is a touch upon your flesh allowed or wait for another day,

I knew a man or said truthfully a boy who went off to war,

He delayed telling her of his love until he had done more,

The last chance to tell her so wasn’t as he wanted to be,

He should have said it loud as he died in combat tragically,

From day one I have shouted aloud the love I carry inside,

Before going on missions I wrote you a letter in case I died,

I’ve carried this admiration, along with love since we met,

Everything about you in our first meeting I will never forget,

I’ve compared so many women to you for all of my life,

Long ago I would say no one compares to my future wife,

Now time is making it more difficult to write poetry of you,

The lines wobble and drop as this MD eye disease will do,

I’m prepared to accept it yet I’m troubled I won’t see you,

Based on the voice I’ll create images without sight’s clue,

Still I’ll compare and no doubt you will win out even more,

Your kindness is beyond expected its impossible to ignore,

A gift given to me by our Lord creates thanks in my heart,

More than fifty four years I’ve loved you from the very start,

To be so adorably beautiful in profile or seen any other way,

You have a lack of ego when reality says it would be okay,

Although their actions are with fault seldom do you say so,

Instead I’ll hear kindness from you in turn it makes me glow,

Every year I learn valuable lessons that bring change to me,

I’ve calmed and become a better man wouldn’t you agree?

You’ve remained beautiful year after year with a small frame,

People recognize you fifty years later and call you by name,

I am proud to be seen with you and to be “Patti’s husband”,

Your claim on me is shown to all as you always hold my hand,

Those that know can see it in me as love burns in my eyes,

If at a party or in a crowd my eyes track you in open skies,

The fire I carry always burns for you it’s ignited by your swing,

Please understand my outspoken ways it’s part of my thing,

My thing of course is loving you as it’s large within my heart,

Love fills my mind, soul, and heart, desire fills the sexual part,

Desire within my loins cries out in request of your stimulation,

Words of desirous want will always get my love and admiration,

As time grows scarce even small moments become precious,

Moments of loving become memories of love, not to be vicarious,

Imaginary love is but a dream of want without loves’ sensation,

Let wanton dreams instill lustful desire to create sexual elation,

Shared thoughts of desirous deeds will put two in sexual act,

Lustful words whispered to hear will enhance and not distract,

Absent time approaches quickly as does absent vision for he,

I don’t fear time’s advance, for your love counters if I can’t see.

For Patti, I love you.