Sweetheart…
There have been good times and damned difficult ones. Each in its own way honed what we share; shaping and coloring it into an enduring love. It’s not perfect; far from it. But as different as we are, we are perfect for each other.

Taken from the poem “When She Walks By” Patrick Possanza
Skin so soft;
Soul on fire;
She fills me with
Complete desire.
The way she moves,
The way she looks,
One glance at her
Was all it took.
When she walks by
People stare
At her radiant face
And her ebony hair.
She fills me with
Complete desire;
Skin so soft;
Soul on fire.