When you appeared,

as a vision of beauty.

That hot summer day of 75,

did either of us know?

Our first meeting,

you captured me with your beauty.

Your deep brown eyes,

stirred lust in my loins.

Your body to worship,

to explore and hold tight.

As I questioned,

my worthiness.

I walked that night,

and listenened to my inner voice.

This lost soul found,

angels singing pure love.

Our journey continued,

through trials and conquests.

On that cold November morning,

some 34 years later.

I held your hand,

as you joined the angels.

One last kiss,

upon your lips.

Forever now  living,

in my heart.