Most of the things you do for me are internal and others can’t see,

You ring my bell when no bell is to be rung but you do it for me,

The touch of your fingertips upon my tip can set my soul aflame,

The flame burns intensely hot, it’s a flame unseen but still a flame,

I have your molecules within me just as you have mine within you,

Each grain of the hourglass’ sand carries a memory as it falls through,

Those memories cast upon a canvas would show my story of wonderment,

A story so unbelievable interlaced with the interaction of life’s excitement,

Since seventeen each day in my life has particles of her laced inside,

Unknown to her a reaction was taking place that was not to be denied,

Each noise in the crowd became a part of what I have now become,

Somehow everything was a piece of a part that was making me the one,

Your attraction to me was the electrical charge akin to atoms being split,

When what is one is split a force unknown takes place because we are it,

It wants to remain as one such as the uranium atom wants to be complete,

A force not understood is within you and me so similar to atoms it’s neat,

Every force in the universe unites to act as one to bring apart to reunite,

When I was so far from you mother earth’s magnetic fields used her might,

I felt you, I did, as I walked the mud and heat of a savage land at war,

As nightfall came upon the land each event and thought brought amour,

I have trembled in fear as those much larger beat me physically down,

In other events I have run to protect the downtrodden when bullies abound,

Each event has helped to form the it I am and what courage there is in me,

Many ingredients form the pulp of my base that no one could possibly see,

The little girl with the runny nose that asked me if I’d buy her something to eat,

Within me my father dwells and somehow I know the tears were his treat,

As I’ve danced holding you so tight the embrace is imprinted in my mind,

A lonely tear of departure has placed molecules inside my blood you can find,

Lipstick of color, clear, moisturizers and more have left their color upon mine,

So proudly I left that color upon my shirt and my lips for anything that can remind,

My mother’s heartbreak resides inside my heart and I carry her torment as well,

I am at times a castaway of life’s extreme as sanity teeters inside for a spell,

Gifted me along with my mother’s voices that have yet to speak a word,

I am a part of the Fourth of July party when Korean War Vets were heard,

A time when America loved her servicemen and banners of joy flew high,

I saw the returning heroes and wanted to be one of those men we don’t deny,

I am a piece of peace that came as a result of things I did hidden behind a wall,

Inside my broken heart I carry peace but I carry also pain because of the draft call,

I am the unknown soldier and I am the court-martialed teen that became afraid,

Yes, I am a part of all these parts of men that were heroes or didn’t make the grade,

Once I raised my weapon to fire upon a child but held back until my friend died,

I am now a part of a horrible memory that children kill although it was once denied,

The fear of breast cancer was mine as two tumors were removed from mine,

Men too must face the breast cancer scare and for a week it dwelt in my mind,

Each memory and each grain of sand beneath my feet have created what is me,

But most of all what keeps it all contained is my driven desire of extreme mystery,

For you I must, I pray I will, to be a better man for you and to never let you down,

PTSD has created creatures that dwell deep within but have never seen town,

I am a better man because of she that has left molecules to live within,

I carry remnants of only one inside my heart, it was her heart I did win,

A magical pull will start each day as we depart the place we hold dear,

Once more another ingredient will mix into the mix that keeps me here.

Loving you.

The end, by Pat