Oh, My Patricia
Oh, my Patricia, now how you inspire
Me to spread my mind and move my clenched hand;
I'm no longer spent, I will never tire,
For of you I write, please, please understand
The pleasure I find marking you as mine,
Ever expanding 'pon this truth I tell;
Pore over each word, ev'ry scribbled line,
The passion you rule I, but, hope to spell.
Yet, to decribe you is an order tall,
I hold my vessel, express what I think,
You are my purpose, worthy of my scrawl,
As you have become my reason with ink.
Most noble woman always is now when
I place some paper and pick up my pen.
Copyright © Ryan McCabe | Year Posted 2016