The British Gentleman - Patrick Macnee Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

He looked into her eyes, and she beheld Heaven.
'Tempest be thy name my love, ' said she.
She kissed his lips, and drowned in his warmth,
a pleasant death, which gave way to life.
He lit her eternal flame, rising to the clouds.
She touched his cheek, and a rush of joy engulfed her being.
Taking each others hands, they walked upon the beach, a midnight stroll.
Two hearts, one soul, in life one goal.
Sharing a joy of a life well spent,
arm, and arm they walk, a lady, and her gent.
Then came I upon them by chance while I did stroll.
I asked, 'sweet child of life, pray tell, who is this man who has thine fancy so? '
She answered me, with child like glee, 'my dear it is none other than that fine,
dashing man Mr. Patrick Macnee. He lifts up me heart, and enchants me soul,
he'll be with me wherever I go.
He's sweet, and gentle as ye can see, God bless me Patrick Macnee.'
She bid me farewell, and strolled they away,
to bask in Heaven's glow the rest of the day.