Are you the bridge?  The walkway to heaven across through the blue,

A golden archway only seen by spirits of a dimension we pass through,

Each existence must have a spirit guide so I have wondered that of you,

I am enamored of you, perhaps to say I have a love addiction is said true,

For each there is a significant partner though for many they go unfound,

They are a mate, a lover, a friend, the one, their soul mate heaven bound,

I have long ago surrendered all I am to you in expression and in total full,

Yes! You are my bridge! As well my life’s pool of elation from which I pull,

You too are my steeple that reaches high into the heavens when I’m in need,

Let it be said that you are my everything, any need can be found in you indeed,

I deed myself to you, I give you title to all I am, to my flesh, to my mind and heart,

It seems I have become non expressive although I seek to say it all or fall apart,

Once again illness lurks around each bend and I suffer to see you worry,

My poor darling little girl it seems as if illness comes in a storm of flurry,

I have seen the controlled tears in your precious hazel eyes wrapped in blue,

No doubt you seek to bury your little head upon my shoulder and weep too,

My heart truly breaks for you my angel, may I be your bridge while I’m ill?

It doesn’t matter that I’m sick as I will find the fortitude to stand firm still,

I will be your walkway, my angel, I will lay my body prostrate to protect thy feet,

Yes I use archaic words as I feel thou deserves higher regard to be complete,

You don’t realize this but you are the path I must follow to gain entry to heaven,

United as one, we walk as one, we must work His work as nothing is given,

Each time we speak of our love we are doing the work of God as God is love,

You are so perfect for me that your every movement fits me like a glove,

I am clothed of you my angel, I truly am, you have enveloped my form complete,

As you have given yourself to me I am grateful as I wonder could I truly compete,

Truly I have worn to become rust and I must try to hold the beauty of rare gold,

Gold never loses value though tarnished it is easily polished in an admirers hold,

And how I admire you, long ago I placed you on a pedestal as I know your value,

More so than any man alive I know the value of Patti and I hold that to be true,

Mornings I wake in awe of your beauty, as well I am grateful being loved by you,

You are my everything, no words can describe loving you, words spoken so true,

You are special, what word have I beyond such meager description to say?

Exceptional, you are extreme of perfection, touched by God in a special way,

Heavenly is truly the most descriptive word for the angel that wears my ring,

I must kneel in thanks to give glory to our Lord, grateful for the love you bring.

I…..love you……Patti.  I take pause to reflect on how blessed I am.

The end.  By Pat for Patti