Oscine sing loud that we may celebrate this morning with you,

Passerine is your larger clan meaning you are a perching bird too,

It makes no difference to me sweet bird as we join in celebration,

A beautiful mix of earthly treasures adding to my morning elation,

Our singing birds sing loud as the morning crests a Texas mound,

An angel of morning light gently comes to me as earth spins around,

Ever so gently she awakens me aglow with the joy of another new day,

Somehow she sees beauty in everything as the day comes in play,

Soft whispers of love slowly caress my ear as her warm breath is felt,

I pray there is a way to share sensations so warm hard hearts melt,

A person must be enlightened by His Holy Word at times to be aware,

If man will open his eyes and his heart the answer is normally there,

So aware I am of the precious gift given me that cannot be felt by touch,

The morning star delivers the Angel of morning light that I love so much,

From her soft whisper of love the morning grows as dark becomes bright,

The shadow from the horizon races across earth’s surface as if in flight,

You don’t realize the speed unless it’s seen from high above our bedroom,

Until now had I seen the shadow of night depart for the day to bloom,

It’s the speed of a day as it races across our planet bringing change,

Everything upon this earth relates to you although it may sound strange,

I am but a micro second of the smallest denominator of the tiniest being,

Somehow our Creator has found me to be favorable in what I can bring,

An honor given me, I am to protect His finest Creation sculpted by His hand,

My vow to honor her is sincere and for her my life would be given if by stand,

So little bird with colors galore sing loud and introduce the rising sun,

Announce to the world with love song that the past night is now done,

So many birds of various feather have gathered round to sing for all,

Perhaps an orchestra of bird’s delight will answers morning’s curtain call,

As the beautiful sounds of bird’s delight fills the landscape with nature’s song,

My angel of morning light gently cuddles to my frame saying “here, I belong”,

She fills the room with an ambiance of only her as she exudes angel’s grace,

I stare into the eyes of a beautiful soul and I see reflected gold upon my face,

I hear you sweet Texas bird as I linger within her eyes for ecstasy’s tour,

Her love for me can be seen within her eyes that have an angel’s allure,

I’m blessed with love and nature’s song they sing for us in special ways,

From bird’s golden throats blessing of God are heard with mornings rays,

Soft whispers of love waft through my ear setting neurotransmitters afire,

Her touch though known feels so new to my anatomy releasing my desire,

For her I lust as though a teen with first eyes upon a ladies beautiful breast,

So beautiful she is this day, years have perfected her lines yet she is to crest,

I am man and as such I am I must have this voluptuous form at my side,

To kiss her form with lips though aged releases a need for her deep inside,

The softness of her throats response is a song unknown yet I love to hear,

With birds in song and my “Patti desire” a perfect morning is coming near.

The end, for Patti.  I love you beautiful angel.  11/21/15