Her image of vision may no longer be yet her image as a vision will be, 

A line that came to me is now understood for its when I no longer see, 

Written long ago as many are to remain unknown until known tragedy, 

To see her beauty is my greatest joy, soon blindness will take it from me, 

A gift given me long ago is the ability to see future events and more, 

Little boys of seven should not tell of their grandfather’s death before, 

This ability comes at times to remain unknown, a prediction I must store, 

Please read this rhyme of my love of Patti, past love of her and so much more, 

Let stand my heart alone rather than place thee in deigning stance, 

Beneath the drop of moonlight glow paradise garden is of dance, 

Dare say I to such beauty, “oh wondrous angel would you by chance?”

Did such sweet answer flow from your lips for me by hap-stance,  

From a thought held tight within my heart it is time I reveal, 

Courage is mine as I have used my fortitude in war’s ordeal, 

Yet I tremble inside as if I have been exposed to be unreal, 

Upon my knees for thee I whisper with intent my love is real, 

Yes, the truth of my heart has been exposed to you in view, 

I hunger deeply for thee and for thy kiss I thirst deeply too, 

From thine eyes of angel’s colors I find comfort I never knew, 

The field of view of thine eyes has me so entranced of you, 

Long ago when young of heart I wondered has another known, 

Has trespass taken place within this field of heart I feel I own, 

Was injury of your naive heart done as war’s hell I was shown, 

Did awakening take place of you to find love for me had grown, 

As Romeo held Juliette my heart held you dear through ordeal, 

For so very long before events or war I tried to prove my love as real, 

Drain my heart of lifeblood if dying of thirst, drink of me as you will, 

For thee I’ll sacrifice life if but for a second of love of me you feel, 

Let stand a tombstone in love’s tribute to honor undying love I feel, 

Quarry of marbled stone so words will stand time’s wrath to reveal, 

Pat Hath Love For Patti unknown until this headstone was found real, 

So many frailties knew this man yet strength of heart seemed surreal, 

A heart once broken by neglect healed by you when realized I’m true, 

Though my return home found no home without it I wouldn’t see you, 

Frailties given me by draft did not affect my ability to love you through, 

Not once has doubt of love entertained my mind I must tell you this true, 

We are the king and beautiful queen of the Texas Panhandle Lore, 

Those of curious nature ask how I survive so much, non ask what for, 

What for is seen in you, what for is for you, more now than ever before, 

Once love of me was revealed for you I would endure so much more, 

The first heartbeat after Cupid’s reveal of you felt of life I never knew, 

Your image entered every cell of my being along with love for you, 

First sight love is real yet I felt I had fought for my ladies hand in oh two, 

Fifteen oh two I should say yet memories of lifetimes past came in view, 

We are more than two falling in love, a reunion of hearts past took place,

As God bears witness I swear each life you have had the same lovely face, 

To awaken a sleeping soul the jolt must be felt of heart to give chase, 

May I stand in fires searing pain if I speak untruth from my aging face, 

Beneath the skies of Texas the masquerade of hearts ceased to be, 

From tender lips of red came a kiss that jolted time’s memories free, 

Memories passed from lifetimes carried within the soul we can’t see, 

Though I may lose you to sands of time I will find you again in eternity, 

My left hand may bear a cane to stand while the other cane is of white, 

An image of you is within my heart, know this my angel of morning light, 

Centuries have embossed your image into my mind to be held every night, 

You’ve watched me die by swordsmanship hand and held me oh so tight, 

Each time I vowed my love until eternities passing, I vowed love for you, 

True of heart I remember my bride’s delight of birds singing in full view, 

In a small house made of gathered stacked stone and thatched roof too, 

Built for you with my hands before the Crusades took me far from you, 

Years passed before a triumphant return to a son I never knew, 

But most of all a one armed knight returned as he had promised to, 

More memories I have such as the North Carolina Ice House in twenty two, 

Though hard to believe I have centuries of experience loving you.

For thine heart I am true.  The end.

For Patti, by Pat