Love
Volume Eight
CONTENTS
Written Through a Dense Fog of Illness
I Woke From a Dream of a Dream
The Threshold of Love (Ewe Napier Frequency)
It’s How I Love You, not ‘How Do?’”
The Roses I Grew for You (Last Dance)
Young Prince, The Princess, and The King (a semi-true tale)
Happy Birthday Patti, 09/21/2014
Patti’s Birthday Poem, 09/21/2013
Hazel Eyes from Heaven (Birthday Poem), 09/21/2012
Written Through a Dense Fog of Illness
I lay my heart at your footstep so you understand the feelings I feel,
The awkwardness of a new love is still within telling me it’s real,
Though forty-five years have passed through the hourglass as sand,
You influence my thoughts and mood with the touch of your hand,
Cricket’s chirps come to life for lovers parked on Lover’s Lane,
The silent hush of dusk’s manifestation is broken by falling rain,
We’ve known those non-sounds as well as those filling the air,
As time travels the obstacles and joys of love, I will be there,
My resolve to re-earn your love was immense as I pushed me on,
I had no fear in war that was near the fear that you may be gone,
The smile on your face as you came near was a moment to behold,
An aurora of love surrounded our space in shades of silver and gold,
Two young adults wanting to reestablish a love connection as one,
Truth be known both had fallen in love before the first date was done,
My knees truly were weak and your little hand was shaking, too,
Dreams of love and reality became the same for a moment or two,
Surely a glowing aurora of silver and gold could be seen by everyone,
As promised I returned the first week of summer feeling I’m the one,
As the sun fills darkness with warmth and light you brighten my day,
The setting sun brings promise of another date and time to play,
As years have traveled the gateways of my mind I love you more,
So many wonderful memories of holding you are what I live for,
The morning prize is to look into your beautiful eyes at daybreak,
Not a day has passed that I’d discard, nor another day would I take,
I’ve chased the moon for the perfect moment to again take your hand,
I was more moved on our 40th vow exchange upon Ireland’s green land,
Though mountains are high and the clouds fly, they’ll never touch my high,
I have married the angel of my dreams, as I kiss her my mind starts to fly,
In sixty-nine, a younger me was spit out by our military’s mighty fleet,
To be expendable yet alive is near an impossible yet improbable feat,
The thought of your loving me brought me strength to carry on,
My biggest fear was to return home and my angel was gone,
Long ago I made a promise to accept the pain as dues if you love me,
Though I have endured tremendous pain, it is an out of balance fee,
I should pay tenfold the pain for the wondrous life I’ve been living,
A gift from heaven is that our love goes beyond what we have given,
A gentler me has escaped the cocoon of a middle-age man, it’s true,
All the good inside me I must disclose has come from loving you,
I have become a man of patience where once there was stress,
To say I can’t live without you is a statement of fact I must confess,
At night long ago when restlessness erupted inside my being,
I walked the shores facing west in hopes of what the wind may bring,
So many journeys taken, yet they all had one location to return to,
If my journeys created a web, they would culminate with you,
There’s a goodness in your angelic heart that most will never see,
It becomes magical if given the privilege as has been given me,
You found what little worth I carried and multiplied it a hundred fold,
Though I will never be such, but in your presence I appear to be gold,
You are so many things in one, it’s impossible for me to describe,
You’re an angel from heaven when I need nourishment inside,
There will never be a woman more sensual than you for my need,
With one hundred percent certainty to this, I must concede,
I’ve closed my eyes at times to float above the clouds of reality,
I soared the possibilities of my life and at each turn you were with me,
The worst moment in my life has been better than the best without you,
Touch my mental weakness with a kiss upon my forehead, it penetrates through,
I become aglow, have you seen my leathered face become tender then?
Tears trace my face with small rivers of misery as thoughts of losing you enter in,
I pray secret prayers written by me so long ago as I suffered the indignities of war,
With each pain I endured it became easier as I embraced what I was living for,
It’s impossible to return to a treasured moment in time no matter how I try,
But through my memories I was able to relive enough of your love to get by,
Those same prayers and memories put wings upon my shoulders for lift,
Every kiss, memory and moment with you becomes another treasured gift,
Bringing me home no matter the burden or time, I find shelter in your arms,
I recall these precious memories as needed to ease pain from inflicted harm,
Through you I live and it is for you that I fight to live as I will continue to do,
Know please, my dear treasured angel, I will forever be in love with you.
The end. Written through a dense fog of illness for my dear sweet Patti.
No better wife exists upon this earth, why a weak man such as me should be blessed as no other man has been blessed is unknown. I am forever grateful to our Maker for blessing me so. January 26, 2014. Pat
I Woke From a Dream of a Dream
My heart is not golden nor is it silver as some folks have been told,
I am but a man of rust with dust and frail bones in the damming cold,
Can’t the world see I can no longer cling to a dream that is too old, too?
As the sand erodes under my footsteps I search the shores for you,
There’s no time to wonder and there is no time to wander anywhere,
Walking through cities unknown I realize I’m lost if you don’t care,
The pea coat I wear of foreign design isn’t mine as I struggle alone,
An old man yells for me to run, repent and the last words were atone,
I crack my head against the curb as I run and I find you in my sleep,
To find you anywhere will mend my heart to prevent this endless weep,
All of my life I have clung to a dream you would give your love to me,
Tell me, oh tell me please, kiss me in front of everyone that they may see,
I miss you I do, oh how I miss you; it’s so long from long ago back then,
Don’t wake me to reality please, let me sleep that I may see you again,
The gold pathway leads to marble statues of a Greek goddess long ago,
I walk the pathways of my dreams to find empty spaces everywhere I go,
It’s my dream of happiness will you hold me in my dreams of you,
I’ve been hanging on alone here, tell me my dream angel what do I do,
The lips I feel upon my lips have awoken a sensation I thought I’d lost,
Is that you my dream angel, will you keep me warm from the frost,
I’m on my way back home I’m sure, I heard your voice in a dream,
Why is it, I wonder, that my dreams are never as good as it seems,
I still wake without you there although I held you a moment or two,
I’d love to find you though in a dream I need to say I still love you,
A tender kiss has awakened me and I’ve woke from a dream of a dream,
The things you said to me in a dream, my dear, cannot be good for esteem,
So sweet to wake me from this dream within a dream before I fell apart,
Your sparkling eyes of hazel have once again saved my dreaming heart.
Wings of Flight Gifted Me
My heart has wings of flight; it’s been so many years since I flew,
With but tender words spoken lovingly of dreams told me by you,
When you told me of your past dreams that I was the winner of,
The setting sun brought darkness that fed the growth of my love,
As the stars began to twinkle in the sky my heart grew wings for you,
Heartbeats in unison played a serenade of lover’s hearts times two,
Do your eyes shine for me, is that what you whispered in my head,
Something swirled around my heart and took my breath instead,
Whispered sweet and low as you held me close and tenderly near,
Words of love so sweet and true came unexpected into my aged ear,
I love you. my husband dear, it is you I dreamed of when I went to bed,
From age thirteen on, all through school, you were always in my head,
The night air was filled with a fluttering of wings as if a hummingbird,
It’s true you whispered, “I’ve always dreamed of you, I give my word,”
Then my eye returned a teardrop given me when orders came and I left,
The excitement of last night left my mind so bare I didn’t notice the theft,
Once more my heart was stolen into the night as it followed you,
So many days have followed me into the darkness that I may view,
A beautiful you, so many years of wonder eclipsed by wander anew,
Another journey into the unknown can cease at last as I know, too,
Gifted to my heart the wings of flight after guarding a secret so long,
Endless call outs into the night as I asked you if your love is strong,
From the dark you came like a glowing ember taking to the night air,
The wonderment of elation before unknown to me came of your care,
All the way from oceans long crossed came birds in song for me,
In the distance a dance of tall trees in rhythmic sway I could see,
A song played by angels and choirs of voices unknown filled the air,
Almost given me a fortnight ago came from she of long flowing hair,
A wish long ago for dreams of me, no longer needs to be feign by me,
You dreamt of me while in another’s arms long before I crossed the sea,
Secured a need so needed to know it became a torment hidden from view,
Though we may be aged, surprises and gifts of love still come from you,
You’re beautiful, my senior angel, again tonight it’s proven, your love is true,
I fly into a sea of unknown twinkling stars of reflecting diamond’s flare,
Beneath my wings of flight stardust is left to show we were once there,
Perhaps the milky way was created by two beings of old before they slept,
Energized by but a few words of love I am renewed where age has crept,
And tonight I place my head upon a pillow fresh of where an angel slept.
Thank you baby, the end, by Pat for Patti.
The Threshold of Love (Ewe Napier Frequency)
Is it possible my love has passed the threshold of any love known before,
Shot beyond known boundaries so quickly there was no time to explore,
I feel the extreme, I feel it reach hard from my heart as it bursts forth,
At last I’m an explorer of the unknown as I touch both south and north,
Waves of energy burst from my chest as rivers of my love flow towards you,
So rare and unknown a frequency, it’s named of rare and unknown Isle Ewe,
From the west of Scotland was a small island occupied by the Napier clan,
It’s a rare love frequency made from Lady Napier heat and me, your man,
When frequencies collide either a new wave is born or it’s no longer much,
I must radiate my love when you are near, only your pure form can do such,
Is it possible my frequencies of pure love can penetrate our earth through,
Questions I’ve pondered as my love burst forth, especially made for you,
Yet, I realize such extreme of love requires senders and receiver, too,
Let the world know now, it’s reciprocal, I too receive great love from you,
If I could just absorb every particle and frequency emitted by your essence,
I’d be that oscillating unseen mass as I absorbed each wave in your presence,
To soon shoot off like a love projectile, weightless against gravity and force,
Of only you my sweet hazel eyed beauty with blue surround and rust of course,
I cherish a glance or to be entranced, I even hope to be absorbed into your being,
With each tender kiss of angel lips, I know it’s the eyes of an angel I’m seeing.
My angel.
The end,
By Pat for Patti. May 30, 2015 @ 3:45 AM, love’s flame is ever burning,
And it burns to exceed the night before, my heart ever yearning, wanting you more.
I love you so much my beautiful little girl. It’s hard to stop writing how much I love you.
It’s How I Love You, not ‘How Do?’”
Each day as I talk to you there are so may topics I wish to explore,
Your cuteness of discovery is so wonderful, it’s something else I adore,
As we search for materials for our new home I actually become excited,
It’s more time spent with you and sharing more of the love we ignited,
This isn’t a love poem of need or want but to express even more,
There is more to you than physical contact, there’s little things I adore,
Your cute giggle to express contentment and another to say yes,
We have known each other so long that it is no longer a guess,
I look into your eyes as another cabinet style is shown to compare,
If there is a time I can’t read your eyes I must say it is very rare,
When we find something we both agree on I hear “How I love you”
Some may question how it’s said but I know well, it’s not “how do?”
The end, by Pat.
You’re so cute in everything you do, I’ve made everyone sick for
over fifty years babbling on all about you.
The Roses I Grew for You (Last Dance)
Upon our porch swing one beautiful night with moonlight and stars aglow,
White moonflower filled the air with aroma while moonbeams made it glow,
It was eighteen years ago I made a discovery of you I had not known before,
As we cuddled in the breeze you commented about the flowers you adore,
A red rose had come in bloom and was parting its petals for all to see,
Somehow I was struck by the moment when a similarity of love came to me,
Although it was under moonbeams and stardust, her rapture was apparent,
Perhaps it was affection given the rose of red that she blossomed till spent,
I do believe even a heart of stone must feel something when roses bloom,
Even more so for a rose of red with petals so divine it carries aroma to a room,
You are the rose of red, my angel, with eyes of hazel to compliment the red,
Red lips, moonbeams, aroma of Rose and moonflower saturated my head,
Truly, I felt faint within my manhood and I was so affected that night by you,
I had needed you forever it seems, but that night I discovered more you do,
Your eyes seemed to set stardust aglow with magical violin music in play,
We held our embrace after our moonlight dance and both wanted to stay,
Magic! So much magic filled the air that night and we made love right there,
Red rose magic created that moment and I recall love’s energy in the air,
From that night I grew roses for you of every color, fragrance, and hue,
And how I grew roses, do you remember the two thousand roses I grew,
I delight in your smile and I study each twinkle your angel eyes create,
Growing roses for you brought smiles from heaven as I neared the gate,
Soon the abundance came and each day I was privileged to be the man,
The delivery man, bringing roses for you but most of all grown by my hand,
This is so true my sweet angel the room was set aglow by your essence,
Your smile so perfect and twinkling eyes wide with awe and I in presence,
As we’d leave your office that I could take you to lunch, I felt to be more,
It was I that grew the vases of roses that brought your eyes to adore,
That your friends were in awe that so many roses of color were there,
Even more they were astounded by my devotion to the angel of long hair,
And that made me feel good, for a moment I was that man you so deserve,
Soon I hope we will dance in our new garden of roses if I have the nerve,
That I may have that dance, it takes courage for me as if I was still a teen,
Is it memories of a time way back or can it be much simpler that I mean,
Yet I feel this as I anticipate your hold, I know your breast will press to me,
All of this began by a rose thus I grew roses to bring a smile that I may see,
I anticipate a dance with rose petals of colors spread upon the dance floor,
Perhaps a renewal of vows in our home, once a church and we made it more,
Our special home where I pray we remain to grow roses of color for you,
Roses will abundantly grow and I will again deliver to you a bouquet or two,
Then again in a future bright a renewal of vows after we are given twenty more,
An elderly man will pull you tight to gaze into your eyes and say, “you I adore,”
With you in my arms I will cross into the threshold of time and he will be no more,
Whispering to you, “I’m so sorry, my angel, it seems I left my love on the dance floor.”
The end, by Pat
Don’t cry my angel but read the line of twenty years more, what a blessing that would be. I love you my sweet little hazel eyed angel.
Young Prince, The Princess, and The King (a semi-true tale)
There was a prince so long ago that was to one day be the king,
A hazel-eyed princess within the clan he hoped would wear his ring,
He met this maiden fair and true at an age unthought of in his time,
A sweet fourteen beautiful lass when he approached her with “be mine”
She scoffed at him with unbelieving eyes that his words did not ring true,
His reply to her spoken desperately, “my beautiful girl, I’m in love with you,”
So beautiful she was this young princess that he feared his worth too small,
I swear to you my Lady of “Hazel Eyes” I will one day be a greater man so tall,
Sneaking away anytime she could as she and her sister rode the chariot to town,
Her sister despised the prince as he had rejected her and she wanted him down,
Fair princess couldn’t be deterred as her heart beat hard when he came near,
And he lost all his strength, his composure too, appearing as if drunk on beer,
His father the King of Chill said earn your due so the prince had to toll for a fare,
It seems all odds were against the prince of brown eyes with black and curly hair,
Her parents saw him to be another prince seeking but a notch upon his sword,
She became a maiden no more that year as secretly they gave each their word,
The rigors of war called him to train and he left her permission to play,
His heart so weary to depart with death so near he said this in a loving way,
Fear not my angel, I swear to you someday you’ll wear my wedding band,
One day after two years away he found her as she rode across the land,
Her eyes filled with joy as she asked him to sneak away as they did before,
A secret kiss that ignited their souls questioned what they were living for,
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said to her, “but I must return to battle again,”
But something had changed for the two as true love began to grow within,
The long kiss farewell brought teardrops to fall inside his lonely heart,
Each time they stole away together something came to tear them apart,
From parents to a call to duty there was always a new burden to bear,
This time, though, something was new as their true love began to flare,
Letters he wrote were stolen away and hidden by the beauty’s mother,
She had always fought and pushed that her daughter would marry another,
A warrior fighting in a faraway land must have hope and a will to survive,
Without the feelings of true love the prince may not come home alive,
Villains of the foreign land detained young prince and brought hell to bear,
While at home nightmares and fear of loss brought fair princess to prayer,
Somehow she envisioned him in the worst of ways, bound and hanging on a wall,
The truth of that chamber were horrors so fierce she couldn’t envision them all,
Sadly, he did hang upon the wall and whips laced his flesh with welts and pain,
While he endured the whip and dislocation of joints he whispered her name,
I cry to you my long haired beauty and pray I can survive each day one more,
As light faded to a dimension unknown he would see her open his cell door,
She’d pray for him desperately at night as she feared something was amiss,
And he would slip away in his mind to find her and steal away for one more kiss,
As his life slipped away he heard music of violins play when a vision of her came,
Was it a vision he saw for it was she the princess he had asked to take his name,
His father the King and his mother did what was necessary to secure release,
Agreeing to do as necessary and ordering that the captivity of a spy would cease,
So frail upon his return they thought his torture may remain within his mind,
His treatment upon the rack questioned his ability to walk and his sanity to find,
Months of treatment by the medieval doctors as well as wizards and priest prayers,
Brought little hope until one day he cried and announced let me be, my heart despairs,
So distraught he was as he fought tears of loneliness, despair, and emotions unknown,
He wept for she of hazel eyes and long flowing hair, the only love he had known,
Word came that she had sought his release and had been praying for his return,
The prince was encouraged, he so needed but a chance that her love he might earn,
When recovery seemed sure, an infection set in and our prince fell within his mind,
He had suffered so long it seems the energy to recover was impossible to find,
He awoke into a world of rose gardens with trees of perfection all around,
The gold pathways were wide and true and he soon heard a heavenly sound,
Laced within violins and harps in play he heard the hazel eyed girl’s voice,
“What are you doing here young prince,” his reply to her was he had no choice,
My Prince of Chill, what is it you seek in this land you have run away to,
I’ve heard her voice nearby, it is her no doubt, but she sounds similar of you,
He crumbles within as he feels her touch upon his skin and her kiss on his face,
Return to me I beg, my prince, when suddenly he woke looking about the place,
Soon young prince regained mind and strength that he may return home,
Wonderment filled his head as he thought of hearing her when he was alone,
The land of his father had near forgotten the prince as he returned unknown,
From nowhere came the princess of two years past and her happiness was shown,
To be the king of chill was his right although he never saw himself as a leader,
Her steed came to rest near the prince and his heart awakened to forever need her,
Tears filled his heart but his eyes didn’t betray him as they both asked about a letter,
To see her beautiful face was a dream fulfilled only a kiss could have been better,
What are you doing here, young prince, don’t you realize that you have a choice,
My Prince of Chill, what is it you sought in the land you ran away to, your voice?
With those words she spoke, young prince remembered them from his mind’s fall,
I must leave once more, my princess, for I fear I must answer one final call,
Will you return to me once more, young prince, that I may again be in your hold,
He packed the bags and all belongings and vacated the castle as he had been told,
Her last word of “Promise” played in his mind, her word of fear rang in his head,
And once again he rode away, when he would rather remain with her instead,
Time dragged on yet young prince did return with new chariot and gold in hand,
It seems while gone he realized his father’s departure left no king of this land,
Chill had no king yet our prince’s main desire was to have the princess in his life,
Again, she found the prince but this time she boldly said, “prince make me your wife,”
Soon at last, a celebration of love rang out across the land of the prince’s marriage,
Together they went to celebrate their honeymoon and left in a handcrafted carriage,
The rules of the land stated that when the prince took a mate he became the king,
He had endured so much to be with the girl he loved, he was at last, the…
Chillking.
The end, by Pat for Patti. I love you my angel.
Pat and Patti King are the owners of Chillking Chillers Inc. thus the King of Chill is appropriate.
Most of the story is very close to the actual events but 300 years apart.
Thank you,
Exhaustion Overwhelms
From the shadows of my mind a future now present I find,
Am I aged or is this an illusion created by my traveled mind,
When last I looked there was a younger me within my face,
It is most apparent no doubt that I am losing this lifetime race,
As exhaustion overwhelms my frame my mind succumbs too,
Moving comes hard as does thoughts but for those of you,
Where you have gone troubles my mind yet I remember where,
I’m sure you know exhaustion has control or I would be there,
Bring her back I plead of destiny as I know I have no control,
To become rust of man is a sad feat but still I must pay the toll,
I must appear well because I can see you approach the door,
If I appear as such a broken man will you need me anymore,
I know you will as I know you need me also although not as bad,
My shoulder has a place created by your head in the life I’ve had,
It’s where you sleep at night as you restore me that I may go on,
Though I am rust of man it’s with this beautiful angel I belong.
Happy Birthday Patti, 09/21/2014
Golden chariots with opulent interiors carry the angels heaven bound,
I would harness a chariot of gold for your birthday if one could be found,
But for you I would be a wandering lost soul still living in war’s loneliness,
We share an endless river of love, together we have found happiness,
Another birthday celebration that I appreciate much more than you,
There’s no word known to express my gratitude for all the things you do,
Only I can relax in the embrace of your soothing aura to become a man,
You surround me like warm flowing water to touch every pain you can,
Upon my departure of this paradise that came from your love given me,
My desire is sincere that my tombstone reads the following for all to see,
“Here lies the husband of Patricia Napier King, the luckiest man on earth,”
Know this my angel, my life wouldn’t be so wonderful without your birth,
The photograph I’ve treasured more than precious gold means so much,
Yet I would part with it for but a moment more to feel your fingers touch,
I’ve loved you forever it seems, yet daily I find reasons to love you more,
Happy Birthday my beautiful little angel, your loving me is what I live for.
The end, happy birthday baby. I love you, Pat.
To our cherished readers, I have given instructions with my son and daughter that I have two requests upon my passing.
-That my lifelong treasured photo of Patti be in my fingers hold when I am laid to rest.
-My second request is that my tombstone reads:
“Here lies the husband of Patricia Napier King, the luckiest man on earth.”
This must be the prominent line and the top line of my tombstone please. I do plan to be around a long time. With prayer,
faith, hope and love, I know it can happen. So, don’t make the stone too soon.
Patti’s Birthday Poem, 09/21/2013
I’ve decided once more to write a poem of love and devotion to you,
To you I have given my life and for you everything I’ve been through,
As I hear a songbird introduce the morning mood, I love you more,
It seems everything in my life becomes a memory of what I live for,
It is you that has given me the will to fight when I didn’t want to,
To say I am grateful beyond the scope of words is so very true,
As I reflect on life there is only one day that deserves all my due,
I’ve so many things to be thankful for but mainly the birth of you,
Without you I would be void love as I have known only love at first sight,
Though wings aren’t seen, each day I’m greeted by the angel of first light,
With each passing day the visual memory of you remains the same,
In my eyes the beautiful angel of my wedding day will always remain,
Each beauty line of endurance upon your angelic face are placed to enhance,
Like a fine work of art each line placed by time’s hand are not by chance,
So privileged am I to have watched the Master’s hand through the years,
Each day you have become so much more beautiful, in joy I shed tears,
Your eyes convey the love you carry for our family as I watch you now,
I write these words yet my efforts to express seem so empty somehow,
Words of grateful love have so much to be desired when writing of you,
If I could find these words of expression I would start this poem anew,
To bring precious stones not of earth from places unknown may show,
Although after all these years I believe you already know I love you so,
One gift given me long ago is the most precious gift of love I’ll ever know,
A first kiss given me by you is the finest treasure my epitaph should show,
Should the moon crash to Earth, it can’t describe the sensation within,
Without your birth my true existence in life would not be able to begin,
In languages unknown that better describe love, “I give my love to you,”
From deep within my heart I pray your every birthday wish to come true.
The end, by Pat for Patti
Hazel Eyes From Heaven
Hazel eyes from heaven on a birthday girl’s special day,
Those eyes of an angel have saved me in a special way,
Take flight, little angel, touch all those with special need,
Children need your love as you are an angel of special breed,
Eyes so beautiful artists struggle to duplicate the look,
As you came to earth the core of heaven must have shook,
Your hazel eyes of angel breed dance with colors galore,
As a young man lingering within a gaze I wanted more,
Lips of true red with no color added from artificial means,
Each year adds more brilliance you have an angel’s sheen,
Kaleidoscope eyes with colors dancing about may describe,
The heavenly eyes I enjoy from gazing into my angelic bride,
Have taken me on journeys beyond description for common man,
It’s so difficult to describe with words but I’ll do the best I can,
Imagine for a moment a place of peace filled with love there,
Aroma of roses laced with gardenia filling the evening air,
Stars from heaven twinkle with even full-ringed planets in view,
Birds and butterflies are about but each one are there for you,
As I gaze into her eyes a kiss of her lips lets the journey begin,
I pull her close so breasts full press my chest and our bare skin,
It’s as if all the passion known to man collides to envelop my being,
Glory of passion only comes from what loving an angel will bring,
It’s her birthday today but I am the one receiving the gift,
Loving my wife on her birthday brings my heart and soul a lift.
End
All rose photographs upon this site are of roses grown by me and photographed by Patti. She has such an artistic touch when photographing roses, flowers, and children. Watch for more photographs as time avails. All photographs of Patti are taken by Patrick King, her husband.