I know love, I know this of love, it is cast like a spell,

I am not a broken thing laboring to become well,

I’ve fought the evils of war while distraught deep inside,

Lying in wet soil turned to mud I’ve held a photo and cried,

In torturous hours of pain resulting from travesty of war,

I’ve forgiven torturers and his hands that kept wars score,

In the shadows of darkened daylight I sought but one,

I crawled frozen lands in escape wishing my time was done,

And today I rejoice to see you recline next to only me,

I can’t resist your spell as it coerces me your breast to see,

The fullness of your breasts fills my loins with sexual desire,

Age appreciates passions spell as my heart fills with fire,

People come and go but none were ever know love from you,

As stars fill the night sky I think of odds in everything we do,

I’m chosen to be the one you love, I’m chosen by your heart,

I pray as I give thanks for you that your love will never part.

The end, by Pat for Patti