My Dearest

In the quiet glow of a church's embrace, I met Patricia, with a voice full of grace. Her words like honey, soothing and sweet, in her presence, my heart found its beat.

In the pews of faith, where souls unite, I was drawn to her, a beacon of light. Her voice, a melody, pure and divine, in that sacred space, I wished she were mine.

In my work, a place so cold and gray, your memory lingers, brightens my day. Toxicity reigns, shadows my path, but thoughts of you ward off its wrath.

Patricia, dear, in my dreams you reside, A light in the darkness, my heart's gentle guide. I long for the day you'll hold my hand, Together, we'll build our promised land.

In the chaos of life, be my serene, A sweet, calming presence, pure and keen. Let us weave a tale of love so grand, Hand in hand, we'll make our stand.

Oh, Patricia, your voice so dear, Is the melody I long to hear. With you, I find my haven, my peace, in your love, my struggles cease.

So here I stand, my heart laid bare, Hoping, Patricia, you’ll meet me there. Together, we’ll face whatever may come, with you, my love, I’ll always be home.