Love
Volume Three
CONTENTS
The Red Rosebud of Your Pigment
The Essence
You are the essence of life that awakens my being,
The beauty that engulfs the brilliance I am seeing,
To wake in the morning on an island of our existence,
A personal retreat where you are my deliverance,
As we embrace I feel the excitement known in teens,
The embodiment of vitality as pulled from my dreams,
Joy of heart need not be expressed when in such embrace,
Loving words whispered softly flow easy in our little place,
My joy and retreat from tangled memories I endure,
A place near heaven of which my heart’s love is sure,
Bring the soft touch of feathers that you I may feel,
Breathe so softly pure it brings sensations that heal,
If only I could view the sky through your eyes for a moment,
Would I be released from the pain of memories torment?
Play softly as you pull the strings of my heart you hold,
The touch of your lips on my cheek is as precious as gold,
In your arms the music birds bring you is also heard by me,
The world is so different when with you I listen and see,
I am saved from the darkness of man’s warring ways,
By the comfort of an angel’s arms as the memory plays,
Gold of heart is so pure when compared to gold in hand,
The most precious gold I have is in my gold wedding band,
I can see the gates of heaven as I gaze deeply into your eyes,
The clouds reflection is seen as well as heavenly blue skies,
And so it is I am placed in heaven because of love given me,
What have I done to deserve such gift? I struggle to see,
For I am the winner of a never held contest in my life,
Somehow I won the event that made an angel my wife.
End
The Most Beautiful Words
Oh, how I wish I could write with words so perfect for you,
They would be words of beauty and the love I aspire to,
For you I would if I could do whatever your wish may be,
From riches or diamonds or as small a carving on a tree,
The words of great intellect would know what you desire,
For you I would write of heaven, planets or even higher,
Colors galore to describe flowers in gardens on display,
Beautiful flowers of various species to bloom every day,
Rivers and creeks flowing water so pure you may drink,
In a valley so heavenly you’ll love having no reason to think,
As you look upon this worded inspiration so well described,
Words of thanks need not be spoken nor letter transcribed,
In the depths of this paradise created for loving you and me,
Will be the one most beautiful and only of its species tree,
Grown that you and I may eat of the fruit so freshly grown,
When left to hang longer becoming within the best wine known,
The flowers of our exotic beautiful tree are a mix to see,
Hibiscus mixed with red rose describe flowers on our tree,
Aroma of gardenia mixed with sweet olive to freshen the air,
It’s hard to believe such a nutritional fruit comes from there,
Within thirty feet a little cabin with a bed just for we two,
It’s the place you have always desired we would move to,
Music from birds and creatures calling upon their mate,
Just you and I together in love with no need for knowing date,
As you lay sleeping in our place of glory I see no age anymore,
Although I must say those small wrinkles of beauty I had waited for,
Words given you can only create because love is in the word,
Yet, “I love you, Pat” are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard.
End
The Red Rosebud of Your Pigment
I’ve skimmed across water and flown through the sky so high,
Seen things so beautiful in creation that it has made me cry,
Studied a rosebud so pure in form and of color so crystal pure,
Some in my description are of feelings I feel that make me sure,
You’ve taken my breath with a smile and passed a smile onto me,
Of all things in this universe you are the one I always want to see,
To feel such elation that wings unseen lift me to heights unknown,
There is no doubt, my angel, you are the most beautiful I’ve known,
I pray God will bless you that your heart is happy beyond belief,
If things are troubling you I ask our Lord that you find blessed relief,
Should your heart cease let mine be taken that you live a day more,
I would give any organ to you, for you, are what I’ve always lived for,
Below is a statement so strong that most can’t grasp yet understand,
It’s my belief that I was born to protect you, for that I will take a stand,
My purpose was known to me when I first saw your beautiful face,
The years before were preparation for the day you wore silk and lace,
I’ve soared through the night sky with but a touch of your hand,
Cried like a baby when goodbye was more than I could stand,
Fear of death wasn’t known to me until I feared I would lose you,
I returned to a nation filled with hate but I knew what I had to do,
I had to see you and the lips of rose petals that lifted me across the land,
There’s a red rose placed within your pigment by God’s genius Hand,
My heart takes flight to places unknown when I hold you close at night,
It flutters so from your kiss that I fear it will depart and take its final flight,
Your eyes carry diamonds that are laced with hazel, crimson, and blue,
No eyes in creation can change colors as your heavenly eyes often do,
There’s a place within your eyes to which I’ve journeyed in life and thought,
As I gaze while in flight my world becomes calm and I find what I sought,
I transition, I do, I become a better man than I am, this is to all and you,
My heart fills with so much joy as a silk-attired angel comes into view,
I’ve been here so many times before and I’ve wondered why I leave,
To love you as I do dreams must come true and in that a man must believe,
Men should never give up no matter the age because so much can change,
My love is so intense yet it grows even more and I find that a little strange,
A bottle full can contain no more yet I love you more each day than I did before,
So my little angel, no matter what happens, each day, I’ll love you even more.
The end, by Pat for Patti
Each day it’s true an event occurs,
It might be a minute as time so blurs,
It’s the moment or minute inside me,
My love takes a leap when you I see,
Or was it a glance, a smile, or a kiss,
Perhaps, my cute angel, it is all of this.
I love you, Pat
Angel’s Tears
Today I saw an angel cry, it brought dismay and sadness to my heart,
So seldom had I seen tears in the eyes of angel it gave me a start,
Mother’s Day gifts from her daughter had fallen to earth and broke apart,
So stricken by her tears I fell in love again with this angel of broken heart,
This lady I so adore seldom cries in front of me thinking I don’t want to see,
Little does she know I would give my life to shield her from any tragedy,
I sound horrible in saying I was happy to see her cry in front of me,
Her tenderness showed a weakness of heart she didn’t want me to see,
Perhaps she wrongly fears I will depart one day so her heart has been hidden away,
Oh, she shows love, as no other woman could, but this was special in its way,
So tender and frail she appeared to me this day, I held her, I am so proud to say,
I’m special now, at least I’ll tell myself I am, I held a fragile angel on Mother’s Day,
Man does not leave angels but Angels may tire easily of rust and man,
That she revealed her heart openly to me makes me proud of who I am,
Peace is overtaking my painful surround as I realize that she showed I’m he,
A crowing moment when rust is hidden by the crown of “she loves only me,”
Don’t cry, my tender angel, let me wrap you with armor of flesh and me,
So fragile you appear, sweet lady, let me wipe your tears away so you can see,
I vow once more to protect your flesh and being until I can fight no more,
I love you, forever you will be the beautiful little angel that I so adore.
By Pat, for Patti
Beneath a Starlit Window
Beneath a starlit window I’ve stood awaiting motion from a window I’ve known,
As waves of wind brought the silence to life still no hint of your image was shown,
In the darkness of night I realized fate’s hand had taken control to bring an end,
I prayed to leave the machine of destruction behind and let my tired soul mend,
The liqueur I drank brought lonely feelings of disunity from man and what we are,
Your home remained as dark, as the neighbors wondered about a soldier in a car,
In a four month span I soon returned home with a stranger because I was alone,
The man behind the wheel had hoped your touch would return me happily home,
To return home again to emptiness without you there is the worst feeling I’ve known,
The lady of the man was gone and the man of the lady felt his time may have flown,
A fading thought of union while home became so dim and left me feeling forgone,
The ties that bind strained of separation by your mothers need for me to be gone,
A song written long ago “There by your side” says everything within me in verse,
My birth I know was brought by God that I be with you until I sleep in the hearse,
No destiny has been scripted so perfectly as mine, that I was to bond with you,
First sight told me we had spiritually united prior to our flight through heaven’s blue,
I lay here now and my heart is aflame from but a glance into the eyes of my destiny,
It pumps to fulfill the needed surge of my lifetime urge of loving you deep within me,
In my early years the best decision I’ve made came to be at age seventeen, it’s true,
That decision made at such a young age was that I, would give all my love to you.
The end, for Patti.
Baby, I love you. By Pat.
A Journey Unknown
A journey unknown has challenged my body once more,
I will accept this battle as long as I’m with the girl I adore,
It’s a mental trek to challenge a change in what I once knew,
But with you at my side I know it’s something I’ll get through,
It seems each year evolution of truth brought out the untrue,
What saddens me most is that it is also happening to you,
To hear you cry like a fragile, little doll is something new to me,
Although it saddens me so, you are such a cute thing to see,
Broken beads brought tears to the beautiful eyes of an angel,
Inside I laughed when you said, “maybe when I let them dangle,”
So many times you have told me you like it when something dangles,
Based on that I often posed myself in too many different angles,
Perhaps my journey will hasten since I now know what it is I fight,
As an example I woke this morning after sleeping most of the night,
To pray next to you while you also pray brings assurance to my heart,
Departing with grace means we will reunite after I finally depart,
Through mountains and valleys I’ll chase after you as I have before,
No matter what happens to me, I will always come back for more,
I’ve entered the fray so weary of heart and mind I could hardly speak,
Though silenced by the enemy I’d whisper your name ever so weak,
My love for you assisted my weakened heart that it beat so I’d live,
My blood is so saturated with loving you that even though pained I forgive,
The reality of why I live, what I live for, and my existence is all about you,
When enamored by you the colors of God’s Hand have a special hue,
There’s no words to describe the transition brought by your touch,
A sensation unequaled by orgasm, elation, endorphins and such,
It encompasses my space and permeates my soul to ecstatic release,
A touch, a kiss, so simple a man I am, that such can make me cease,
Yet, I am durable as iron, when beaten I rebound to take even more,
It isn’t enjoyment of pain but need to return to the lady I so adore,
Again I must enter the fray but for you, my sweet lady, I aggressively go,
To return to your hazel eyes that I may kiss the red lips of she, I love so.
The end, by Pat.
For the sweetest, strongest, fragile lady I know,
Contradictions in words, but true, I love you so.
The Legend of Cruelty’s Hand
I sailed, so far away I sailed in my minds vessel to another place,
To escape the weight upon my shoulders I left with not a trace,
In this place of imaginary peace I carry a gift to be given the queen,
So proud I am of this gift that I sculpted that’s yet to be seen,
A dream brought me here to this land and a dream put it in mind,
I’ve dreamed of the Queen so many times that she, I had to find,
I saw her once while I served bread across her land for all to eat free,
How can it be I wondered that she so young put me on bended knee,
Four years it had been since that day of working for baker’s fee,
Inside my pulsing heart I carried a man that I was going to give she,
I saw a rose along the way that brought memories of the girl I love,
The red of that Rose was of her lips created special by God above,
That beautiful rose on bloom today was damaged by Cruelty’s Hand,
I swear that rose knew who I was and went limp within my short stand,
My heart wept for this rose that was still so beautiful I felt it a shame,
Cradling the red rose of God’s special creation, I found the one of blame,
Deep in my heart I wondered why would he do such to this little flower,
I watched in shock as he pulled petals away because he had the power,
Should I discard this beautiful rose that was once the rose I had sought,
Raise your sad head, my beautiful rose, you’re still better than a rose bought,
My little rose you will be with me forever as we go to see the queen,
Together we journeyed in search of the queen to offer a pauper King,
I am a King in name only, my beautiful lady, yet I give what I am to you,
To accept my gift was difficult because of what she had been through,
It seems Cruelty’s Hand was a man known to do such to queens and roses,
My journey to manhood had taught that men like he were cowards in all poses,
Taking advantage of ladies in need and taking beauty from flowers along the way,
Bragging to others of his quests and taking advantage of them every day,
Behind was a trail of innocents, children in need, and flowers thrown away,
My beautiful red rose of bloom healed and blossomed as I loved her each day,
The beautiful queen grew fond of this man of meager holdings to love me,
What kind of man did she think I was I wondered so many years of she,
A mistake made of the heart is an injury that forsakes truth and man,
The pain endured can cause injury to others for as long as it can,
Forever dwelling within the hearts of others and the ones that care,
Just as I did that day, when I took away the queen of long flowing hair,
Once I was iron and have faded to rust, she is still of gold to me although gray,
The burdens I carry of warring nations, and injuries given me along the way,
I have offered as dues to be so blessed, break my heart and I return for more,
Each time I’m near death I pray to our Lord that I live at least another four,
Yet, she has to give of herself to me, and allow me to share within her soul,
Someday I she will know, if only she can find happiness, that’s my lifetime goal,
The red rose has faded with time and now feeds other roses to bloom one day,
For her, for her, I expose my heart to protect her heart each and every day,
For her my heart cries and for her my heart dies, each day it pumps a little less,
To adore her majesty with such fervor that the daggers must first make me a mess,
Someday I know she will see, when she fears loss she may realize her love and see,
Today I have realized it is another due I pay, I will continue until they bury me.
The end, by Pat
Be There You Must
“Be there you must,” an angel whispered softly in my ear, oh so very sweet,
From upon a hill an angel came down and delivered herself near my feet,
A rain of emotion came flowing down upon me that awakened me to my life,
I’m no more I am, how can the broken man I am escape this mental strife,
No more I am but I think I could be found if she were to arrive here now,
So desperate I am but I am specially trained to get through it somehow,
So many faults I own, sadly it is by these faults I may one day be known,
Act that way and soon you’ll be that way and now that is what’s shown,
You’d think I was talking bad of me but in reality I spoke of my change,
Found is what happened, as I stood on Coble my life began to rearrange,
From upon a hill an angel came down and delivered herself near my feet,
As quickly as that I became an “is” instead of the man that suffered defeat,
The angst of America’s hate had broken me upon return and I was no more,
From upon a hill an angel came to me giving me reason to live once more,
It was her sweet, soft voice I had heard; no doubt she wanted me there,
It’s true, so very true at last; she loves me this mysterious girl of flowing hair,
Your intelligence machine did no better than be wrong after all you said,
If she isn’t here for all to see then with her I will stay, right here in my head,
Voices were heard to speak with her unless my mind had departed me again,
To gaze into her hazel eyes and taste the aroma of her departed air to inhale in,
And so it was that moment in time when an angel rode in and rescued me,
Our words of wonder kissed in the air as we identically spoke to the other tenderly,
From high on a hill an angel came to answer destinies dream and save my life,
Within one year the angel of rescue would remain, that she could become my wife.
The end, I love you my beautiful little girl. By Pat for Patti
I Know How to Build a House
I know how to build a house and wire it too, but I don’t know how to live in second place,
So many things I know and I have done but it would kill me if I wasn’t your number one,
The jungles wild and far away have carried dreams of you to me of your beautiful face,
My soul has endured loneliness so extreme that the blues followed my steps, everyone,
As long as I could see the stars I could see them shine in your eyes at midnight,
I’d imagine you staring at the sky in search of a star that was shining so bright,
So bright it would shine this magic light I’d found and I would hope you saw it too,
A morning star for me was an evening star that would also be shining for you,
I’ve given my all to you plus I may owe Father Time a borrowed year or more,
Another man may be able to love you but none could survive my life and war,
I’ve survived the needed dues to pay that I may express it through the years,
No man could love you more, I’m sure, although I can’t prove it with my tears,
I’ve brought out the sweetness of an Angel and made you question loving me,
I allowed a dream to cross realities path and raised the bar too high for you to see,
How I love you can never be expected of you as our experiences aren’t the same,
Blood-stained hands given me by Uncle Sam must be at least some of the blame,
The golden wedding band placed upon the finger I saw as red were so in contrast,
Peace has come, I guess, but at what cost did it, if you endured my conflict last,
Though I’ve turned to rust the gold in you has more worth and is still rising fast,
I replaced the guilt and anguish gifted me by draft with guilt of pain I gave you last,
So many things I can endure and will endure along with a long list you know,
Whisper softly in my ear, I plead, and warrant years past as proof that show,
Let me float upon a cloud for but a moment or two that my weary heart may rest,
Place no burden upon my mind and avoid your sibling’s words so I feel I’m the best,
I can create for you a house all alone but I can’t construct my home without you,
You are my home, my destination to be, you define my happiness and reason of blue,
So simple it is what you now hold, it’s so simple it may be hard to understand,
Speak your heart and open your soul that I may find peace before I leave this land,
Tell me words of a time past when you prayed to be the one held in my arms,
Of times you laid in bed and sought moonlight and stars to be my protecting charms,
Tell me please of dreams you’ve held dear for oh so long that I may still fulfill for you,
Whisper once more “you’re number one” and for that, there’s nothing I won’t do.
I Seem to Have More Pain
I seem to have more pain than my strength can contain,
A constant raging storm of anguish with no ability to refrain,
Ideas to bring relief such as heat from a hot tub quick dip,
Then add to my reality of pain with the inability to get a grip,
Constant bombardments of kidney stones tearing through,
Top it off with my liver having regenerated liver stones, too,
For the non-believers of stones manufactured by the liver,
They are real as witnessed by a doctor removing a sliver,
The need for discovery by scientists is real because I have died,
Returning from death is in itself sad after seeing my love as she cried,
So brokenhearted and filled with loving sorrow for only me,
It’s a horrible enlightenment for a living or dead man to see,
The love for me was creating incredible loneliness and sorrow,
Kleenex tissue in hand as tears flowed more she had to borrow,
Oh, how my heart ached as I wanted to comfort her in my arms,
As a temporary spirit I feared nearness would set off her alarms,
It’s so sad that the pain is savagely unrelenting for the whole day,
Existing at times for several days convincing me it will stay,
Diabetes Insipidus has drained every ounce of water from me,
The infection within my urinary tract is constantly urging me to pee,
My legs and back are so broken; is it right to attempt repair?
The dangers of operating on an older man you have to compare,
My plight is real and far beyond the ability of most’s empathy range,
So again I look at the situation fully alert but feeling quite strange,
Having decided to endure for her because of her incredible pain,
Her anguish far exceeded mine leaving me no reason to complain,
She is my eternal angel of love and undying support from heaven,
God created her eyes as my entryway to heaven that I find the procession,
Every day of my life is a gift to be cherished with her as if today is the end,
She was created by Him and each precious moment with her I need to spend,
Should the gates of heaven be open for view upon passing one day,
Looking through you’d find the angels look like her precious face in every way,
Shame on me for the complaints I air when so much love is there,
I am blessed by God to be inflicted so that I had more time with her,
All the pain I have is well worth the gift and for her my suffering I offer,
I give thanks every day that this beautiful angel walked with me to the alter.
End
I love you baby.