Allow me to explain, on March 13th ,1971 I met my wife for the second time (to the best of my recollection) the first being a chance meeting, one of those people on the same joint kinda things, a year earlier.
Of course on that first encounter I was houndin' to get somma her girlfriend whom I knew to be a slut.
(Hey! at 16 what else should I be thinking about??? )
Anyhow, I guess I was still hound-doggin' because I was actually cooking dinner for another lady at the time (at her place where I intended to sleep).
At 5:30 in the afternoon on Saturday the 13th of March in walks this halo with a slender beautiful deepest auburn haired vixen attached.
The VERY first thought to cross my mind when I locked eyes with her; (remember, I'm 17 3/4 years old, cheap, and very easy AND yes I know this is gonna sound contrived, made-up or that I'm still houndin' for YOU the reader here, BUT I assure you it is indeed 100% truth, no adulterant memories added)... the very FIRST thought to cross my mind was;
"MY GOD! THIS IS THE WOMAN I'M GOING TO MARRY!"
12,054 days later NOTHING has been lost only gained.
On Saturday the 13th of March, 2004 it will have been 33 years to the DAY.
In honor of that occasion and to test my new skills on the computer, I wrote this ORIGINAL poem for her and will be presenting her with a card I designed around it with The Print Shop Premiere Edition 5.
It's a beautiful card if I do say so myself.
I hope I git sum.

On the Thirteenth Day of March Nineteen Hundred and Seventy One

I wasted life many years back then
I sought unknowing listless when
You entered my life a golden halo
Shining nimbus of sun's rays aglow

Radiant colors bearing a coppery sheen
Flaring ruby red and an emerald green
Carnelian brown and shimmering onyx black
Silken fronds draped across your back

Aphrodite aglide on denim and sandals
Apparition to smite Visigoths and Vandals
With love's power to ensnare wild beast
This what I felt only scribed least

Electric magnetic charges so intense
Confounding mind and reeling sense
Thoughts of marriage assault the brain
Charging headlong become a speeding train

This the one the missing half of a soul
Come to make life and to make one whole
Locking together all that e'er I will be
Parts unglimpsed unknown prior e'en to me

Monument building temple begun
This the course love will run
Erecting edifices though insubstantial
No less real than stones palatial

Physical apparition changing across time
House of love emotions set in rhyme
Truest expression of love to last
Set permanently memories of the past

I place the words shrine eternal
Planting seed the growing kernel
Pen in hand memorial images ablaze
Of how I loved twelve thousand days

Savoring the scene tender caresses
You bent o'er me flowing tresses
Massaging away troubles and sorrows
Evaporating promising better tomorrows

Sharing rejoicing in each of my gains
Putting aside your own internal pains
Making of me a striding hero awalk
Ready to defend your threats I stalk

These small things great they be
Challenges all I fought for thee
Children hurt, shelter missing, anguish
Quarrels relative, concerns I vanquish

Life together we moved forward caring
Building memories of loving of sharing
Mortaring together the bonds familial
Those ties emotional so mercurial

Each one placing within my brow
Gleaming pictures of just how
Life and love dreams made real
Your gift to me sublime they heal

The void unknown at first chance meet
Become apparent along fate's street
Brought to me a saving grace
In the shape of your oval face

Opal skin auburn hair slender form
Changes in time to things more worn
Matter not to mind soul and heart
Not for all with one would I part

All that is me all that I am
Is because YOU extended your hand
All burns within, the movie plays
Of how I loved for twelve thousand days

Copyright IdioT_savanT_i4 2004 ©

Updated after she passed away on Christmas Day:

All that I am all that is me
Is because YOU extended your touch
You shaped the man I would be
For that I thank you ever so much

Now you are gone & I am alone
Each night in our bed where the spirits lay
Grief gnaws at me like an old dog's bone
Only the sweetest memories keep it at bay

51 years 9 months 12 days
I don't have enough ways
To thank you for loving this one
Until you were done

I imagine you holding my hand
Mental images within the movie play
Of how I loved for eighteen thousand
Nine hundred & ten days
I'll love you always


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