On days of turmoil I feel I am always absent you,

Only you sooth my troubled mind and heart through,

Physical pain seems gone as pleasure comes of you,

I feel I must reciprocate before we are through,

For now a simple request is what I ask of you,

A beer is my need, I hope this text gets through,

If no drink is found I need but tenderness of you,

For your love is all I need to make it through,

My need is a tender touch, or a kiss of love from you,

I reciprocate my love, internal, complete, and through.

The end,

by Pat for Patti, I love you