To my precious Pat:
The weather’s turning cold and grey;
my heart is warm meanwhile.
For it’s been fifty years this week,
since I first saw you smile.
That moment is forever mine;
Great Hall in amber light.
You stood before me, like a dream,
a vision in the night.
I took a breath before I moved;
less bold than I put on.
You smiled on me and spoke to me,
and then my heart was gone.
Nothing since then has been the same;
your smile changed every thing.
The world’s a brighter, better place,
whatever time might bring.