Love
Volume Four
CONTENTS
Imagine the Joy
Imagine the joy each morning she must have in her heart,
Embracing the day with a loving view as the new day starts,
She’s my hero, though I’ve never placed that burden on her,
Only she can remove the agony when illness makes me suffer,
Her ego is actually nonexistent when vanity would enter most,
Her work ethic is such that though she could, she won’t coast,
No egoistic thoughts have ever been entertained within her frame,
Sharing her presence in a crowd of children soon knowing each name,
Home is a place of love and relaxation where comfort is foremost,
Family and friends are all accepted with open arms by their host,
The public here has no idea of the sacrifices she makes for loved ones,
Gossip from guests speaking of others is unaccepted and it she shuns,
Be known that to be a member of her family is a special place to be,
One person accepted by her with no related blood happens to be me,
I am the one most accepted because her heart had decided so,
So I, being loved by her, am about the luckiest guy you’ll ever know.
End
Moonbeam’s Rays
Moonbeam’s rays reflect diamonds in the eyes of heaven angels,
Patti sees beauty unknown to us such as stars are heaven’s candles,
She awakens to each morning with an open love ready to give,
Never will I find one more morning beautiful for as long as I live,
She never sees a zero, there is value in everything and everyone,
Finds heaven in every child no matter the parents or whose son,
Her smile is equal to that of any Greek Goddess of tale or lore,
She gives reason for those ill relatives to keep living for more,
Tonight the night will close the curtains of day that we may play,
Just to touch her excites me erotically and every other way,
Perhaps tonight a moonbeam will penetrate the night air,
To rest upon her beauty creating a halo above her long hair.
End
Summer Days of Loving You
Summer days of loving you have invigorated my mind,
Thinking of laugh opportunities and the beauty we may find,
The chance to kiss your beautiful lips that all may see,
This beautiful woman of a sixty year old goddess is with me,
The heat of summer also escalates passion to a new rise,
Love with you in my arms is really not a lover’s surprise,
Let the glory of loving an angel be mine to know once more,
See all why he has survived and what he truly is fighting for,
Another moment in time just to have the opportunity to gaze,
Into heaven’s portal through her beautiful eyes for all my days,
Opportunities to know love as none before me have known,
Kissing softly upon her lips that both our loves will be shown,
Again, as the evening gently pushes the sun below the horizon,
The nightshade of stars placed strategically moves right along,
Wondering if heaven is hidden behind the skies of black or blue,
Then I realize heaven is right here in the form of an angelic you.
End
Christmas Comes
Christmas comes but once a year along with tough decisions to make,
Such as what necklace do I give her or for the party what to take,
The decision of who has been made for me because of my “in love heart,”
My biggest wish from loving you is that you and I shall never part,
So many of our joyous Christmas mornings started by making love,
This after being so tired from Midnight Mass worshiping our Lord above,
Jingle Bells and Silent Night bounce through my head over and again,
When all arrive to our family nest I wonder where do we begin,
I watch the joy in your beautiful smile fulfilling my Christmas wish,
You’re such a blessing to observe even if preparing a something dish,
So many don’t get “it” and I’m proud to say I am one of those that does,
I get who you are inside plus I’m honored to say, “I’m the man she loves,”
Such an example for those having no idea of what true love is about,
If only I were young of frame I’d climb to the mountain top to shout it out,
If young or if possible at any age I would sky dive with a banner in tow,
Proclaiming my love for a little earthbound angel so the world will know,
I have such delight and happiness watching your angelic face glow,
As the grandkids laugh and play unknowingly giving us such a happy show,
The low giggle in your sweet little voice that only I am privileged to know,
Thrills my heart to no end and my desire to kiss you starts to flow,
My desired gift this year is the same as years before, “to be loved by you,”
A gift of just one kiss from you has great value of a million or two,
If only others could feel the warmth and love from holding you at night,
The world would find “Peace on Earth” no longer needing to fight,
End: I love you angel, Merry Christmas
Destiny’s Sand
Destiny’s sand flows endlessly consistent with no pause in flow,
I have rooted my love in the sands of time that it will forever go,
Rooted within life’s moments through time and into heaven’s door,
The prayers and hopes of a heart given to the angel I so adore,
I pray heaven’s door will be open for me also that I may be there too,
The return of an angel to her fold will be a homecoming for you,
You seem to live life so spiritually in God’s hand in all you do,
The one thing in my life that is a certainty is my love so true,
Let my heart spill with words of love for a birthday given queens,
I will not be satisfied with the words I spill until your face beams,
With rhyme in heart and mind let me write words fresh today,
I want to write a lover’s poem that is so special on your birthday,
So steadily my love has grown from a seedling to a forest green,
If you stand upon the mountain high, it’s the largest woodlands seen,
Though so much love I contain, the passion remains yours to control,
Take my hand, little angel, let our hearts share a lover’s evening stroll,
Hear the sound of angel’s trumpets blow softly in the moving wind,
It comes from the same part of the mind that helps spirits mend,
The blessings of His love is so apparent when compared to me,
His generosity so obvious for me to have your love, He must be,
If any woman on this beautiful planet deserves a wonderful day, it’s you,
So on this birthday for an angel from heaven I’ll do as you want me to,
Just don’t ask me to love you more than I already do, it’s not a doable task,
Other than that on this birthday I will do anything else my angel may ask.
End
Happy birthday!
As The Sun Shines Down
As the sun shines down let warmth and comfort come here,
Bring with the brilliance a new day with songbirds to hear,
Praise the beauty of a kaleidoscope sky we see so clear,
To complement the morning celebration an angel comes near,
So beautiful she is; yet, as angels go she has so much more,
In recognizing her splendor I realize she’s what I live for,
An aroma of pheromones of angel intoxicate me as ne’er before,
I’m mesmerized as I consume her essence to penetrate my core,
Entitlement describes my position in time to have seen her,
Realizing I must know this angel that has so made me stir,
I inhale deeply hoping to generate all the suave I can muster,
Dismay surrounds my mind as I notice she vanished in a blur,
No doubt men would sculpt to catch such beauty for prosperity,
I realized my world had changed not mildly but so drastically,
Panic ensued as I became aware that I needed her desperately,
Such sensations of excitement I had nearly missed completely,
A wonderful life experience could await the angel and I,
How does a man chase an angel especially when he can’t fly,
Before me I see what is another beautiful creature passing by,
From behind I can see beauty of soul but I couldn’t say why,
A sweet aroma penetrated my mind reminding me of early today,
Men of all ages through the ages know angels in different ways,
Some know angels to be of God surrounding a manger Christmas day,
Yet, some think of an angel to be the special lady for love and play,
Approaching from behind great fear again was felt in me,
Feeling my presence she abruptly turned that she may see,
In the audience of an angel I suddenly found myself to be,
Entering paradise I pray I may be in her presence for eternity,
Beautiful dreams are so because of the beauty within,
They must be of substance, need and reason to begin,
As the angel turned and woke me it was a life dream I was in,
My wife and true dream angel was at my side once again.
End
Listening To Volcano
Listening to “Volcano” haunts a pain deep within my heart,
“She’s still too young” is a line that makes painful memories start,
Summer kisses stolen from you though stolen isn’t the word,
Once my lips touched yours it was a while before I again heard,
The kiss that would be missed and remembered for a lifetime,
Two souls remembering the same must unite as one in time,
How many do you think have had that wonderful pleasure to know,
Small percentages are lucky to have had their heart ignite so,
Dreaming of an angel then the opportunity to affect her heart,
Willingly unknown to her long before I allowed mine to start,
Once beyond the stage of return your age became a non-issue,
Know that age eighteen I had given my immature heart to you,
Recognizing in the song he knows he needs to wait,
I, on the other hand, was forced to wait to almost too late,
Your heart and desire to be with me turned it around ,
Thank God you went out with nerve and I was found,
The song is about giving love when too young yet we both know,
Endurance of heart got us to the point we could let it show,
Anything you asked for if only you had I would have done,
Know my beautiful too young angel I have only loved one.
In City or In Forest
In city or in forest people fall in love each and every day,
Somehow many find true love as they go on their way,
I wonder often what plan has been set forth for love to be found,
Can it be that each person’s true love is nearby and close around?
Many loves before us have been true and strong through history,
How can it be that most love’s true love is close, it’s a mystery,
In days of old when transportation kept all close to home,
It was difficult to travel far and most didn’t have desire to roam,
Three hundred years ago things had been the same since Christ,
People didn’t travel far for love though some had a hidden tryst,
Did many live in loneliness having settled for a companion?
Sadly, so many were arranged by parents and forced into union,
Those that were joined in parental arrangement and found love,
They were the rare few that had their life watched from above,
Or is love a state that can be accomplished by willing hearts?
Seldom could this take place I believe no matter the cohorts ,
Fate must be a reality of life for certain aspects that transpire,
Such as falling in love with a fourteen year old and keeping the fire,
Fate, destiny, or inevitable consequence it happens far too often,
It cannot happen by chance if fate waits for a hard heart to soften,
Our community of citizens has known those with true love too,
There are far too many married over forty years to call it a few,
Let the record show this poem of deduction and rhyme does state,
That the numbers are far too high to give credit for love to fate,
True love isn’t an option of picking the best love of the last three,
Marriage can’t be tested then stated I tried now set me free,
Many have done so I know but those of multiple chances still try,
They are the type that will keep trying until they finally die,
So the answer presents itself to us but most aren’t willing to hear,
God is the power and wisdom that guides us with a whisper in our ear,
Sometimes a few little words or a feeling of breath with chills,
Or sensations of desire to love her and tell everyone how love feels,
Never should a man or woman use the words love to gain access to sex,
Such things done or given to others puts that soul under a worrisome hex,
Love is a word expressing a commitment of life to fulfill desire of heart,
Said heart releases love to fuel desire letting the sexual fire start,
In rhythm, love and sex should be given as a sacred gift to satisfy desire,
In rhythm meaning as properly sequenced to help quench the torrid fire,
Never did I tell anyone of my love except for one that knew my love only,
Had she and I not found each other our lives would have been so lonely,
At eighteen and fourteen she and I could have moved forward in life,
Two immature kids in love married as man and pregnant young wife,
Such as it may have been I carried my love for her through some hard times,
Gratefully our love has been for near half a century and written into rhymes.
End