You pull me into a shelter though unseen so strong,

With a whisper you lovingly say, “this is where I belong,”

And I have tried to breathe in air that has been in you,

It’s one of the silly little things I’ve been known to do,

Your beautiful eyes open to world that I feel is my own,

Within your view there is a warmth only I have known,

When transfixed within your eyes I’m enraptured of you,

Of you there is a portal of incredible ecstasy I enter into,

Every day multiple moments of spellbound wonder occur,

As you open the door to enter my space I enter your wonder,

The wonder of you is not to be described with words known,

So many things become treasured memories of gold I own,

As we look into each other’s eyes I open my mind for entry,

In hopes that someday you can witness the love within me,

At night as you lay upon my chest I feel the earth slip away,

Entwined we are a vessel of love sailing love’s passageway,

I am so worn I’ve become rust yet near you for gold I lust,

You are treasure of gold, somehow you remove time’s crust,

When spellbound wonder has occurred I’ve lingered there,

Deep in thoughts of little things such as the smell of your hair,

Yes I have lingered behind with reason of you I am behind,

Those things of you are golden memories held in my mind,

Memories of you are held dear and I retrieve some each day,

It’s important that each day I treasure our past in some way,

At times to others I seem to have set sail to another place,

I will return quickly energized in heart and mind by your face,

Those are things I do that so many people don’t understand,

Such as how an old man loses years at the touch of your hand,

My heart takes flight each time you smile at me through the day,

People say my facial response is of love but without a word I say,

If cute can be found in anything I do, I try to remember it for you,

I reenact it again for you, I’m so in love it’s one of the things I do.

The end, by Pat for Patti.

I love you my beautiful little girl