Every day is a celebration of loving you,

My heart gives thanks as you come into view,

As the road winds down to exist no more,

It is you that I want to hold forevermore.

Of all earth’s desire of flesh to satisfy lust,

You are the sculpted woman of men’s “must,”

I’ve watched for years as your ignorance showed,

Men’s eyes followed your sway as I glowed,

Still I will climb the highest peak we’ve known,

Turn my angel it is I that will let my love be shown,

I will cry inside as teardrops trace your faces form,

From your teardrops beautiful poetry has been born,

I will come running to softly lift the tear away,

Beautiful teardrop of my loves saddest day,

Befallen of the darkness was it I whom you yearned,

‘Twas a night deep in goodbye when you learned,

Departures sweet sorrow will enlighten the heart,

Until sorrow breeds heartache as lover’s part,

Do they know love’s hold is what made them whole,

When morning brings light to find what time stole,

Desperate hearts in a desperate time of care,

Most fear knowing care within words there,

I care for you as a first response brings dread,

Before saying care again please remember I’m dead,

Loves little word of substitute is care when unsure,

If uncertainty rests within a heart love’s not pure,

As I dance upon the moon in desperate wait for you,

Remember all the things for you I lived through,

A possibility world exists when love is joined by two,

As fire rains upon the lake of deep love it is for you,

From my heart fire erupts into the night air as before,

Though aged this heart is aflame loving you more,

A million miles or more have brought me and you,

To the edge of heaven’s door for one to walk through,

Has times bandit taken away far too much of me,

Tell me tearful angel is it unpleasant what you see,

Don’t let stars lose the twinkle of diamonds in the air,

Don’t forget me my angel if a thousand more is there,

Save for another the word of lovers dread said as care,

Listen with cupped ear my angel for whispers in the air,

Stretched within the membrane of time is where I’ll be,

Forever I’m embedded as yours by words written by me,

A century of prepaid words of rhyme written for all to view,

Forever when I’m gone is written how much I still love you.

The end, by Pat for Patti