What shall I write
For you this time
Oft my aim
Maybe misconstrued
Perhaps something light
Will decide the mood
The sky is pitch
Without a star
And so my
realisation drifts afar
Nothing shines
Still, wintry sight
In search of rhyme
Becomes my plight
Oh lyric where
Are you hidden
A description bare
Is forbidden
Patricia, this moment
I covet thy beauty
Enhanced by the
Burn of this flame
Your caress is
What does soothe me
As does the inflexion
Of your noble name
My love
Goodnight