As time slips through my fingertips I need not ask do you love me,

I fell into a break in time, in search of more, but time,’ I couldn’t see,

I pray there’s time for everything to be done that I have failed to do,

Sacrifice needn’t be shown when for love, I’m sorry I’ve failed you,

I hope there’s time for all I haven’t done to show you undying love,

Once when I threw love in a bottle I was praying to the Lord above,

Remembering those times of extreme hardship awakens thought,

Thoughts laced with memories of when your love was all I sought,

From a riverboat bow under enemy fire I released a message to you,

A poem of undying love stuffed inside a bottle of the deepest blue,

Something I had to do as I feared escape would never come to be,

Fear weaved a way through my exhausted faith to overwhelm me,

Time has sped through my life so quickly I near dissolution’s shore,

My love again overwhelms every thought I have as I need you more,

I’ve chosen paths for me far more often than those chosen for you,

Shame instills sensations of pain as I find there’s little I can now do,

Overtaken by time’s lacking I seek a way to say what I have missed,

There’s many opportunities past when your lips I should have kissed,

Time’s vapor remains for too long as it touts me in a foggy vapor trail,

Self made burdens are painful upon self, of Irish Texas Indian male,

What stains have I rendered upon self brought by selfishness inside,

My existence’ reality seems unknown to all and for this I have cried,

The halt of such known untrue fact, would come when for you I die,

Or in attempt to resurrect your beautiful life force we join souls to fly,

Truly I’d throw my being beneath your feet upon poisonous danger,

So overfilled with love is this being of man I’d tell it to any stranger,

As time’s extreme passing of our time becomes past vapor I weep,

If but a passing starlit memory could be held in my heart to keep,

Keep reality’s motion rather than remember, I’d linger in your love,

For your love knows nothing ill fitting instead surrounds like a glove,

I have been said recipient of golden love for half a century or more,

A tinder kiss, “I love you” heard, “I love you” returned, this, I live for.

The end, for Patti by Pat. 02/14/2020

I love you my beautiful angel