Love
Volume Eleven
CONTENTS
The Things I Do (Spellbound Wonder)
Brian Wilson, Vincent van Gogh, and Patti King
Happy Birthday Patti “Birthday Angel’s Unseen Wings” (64th)
Rust Specs in Your Eyes Are Parts of Me
1968 “I Will Be Here”
Worry in my heart grows in bounds as I hold you near,
We watched over the city lights as I held you so dear,
Keep me in your heart to remember and I will be here,
With you in my heart maybe I can deal with war’s fear,
I’ve learned that when with you I’m not good at goodbyes,
My will is fading to hold back tears, I’m not one who cries,
Hold my hand just a little longer while I look into your eyes,
I will be here once more I promise, I’m not one who lies,
For more than a year I’ve trained hard to make me strong,
My heart has told me for years, with you is where I belong,
But if I ran from the draft like a dodger it would be wrong,
My heart will cry out for you as I listen to every love song,
Hold me in your heart as tight as you hold my hand tonight,
I will keep you inside of me as I enter the hell of war’s fight,
Hold my hand just a little longer before we kiss goodnight,
I will be here I promise to again hold you in the moonlight,
Take one last look at me my angel I may not return the same,
I pray you will love me if I should return home lucky but lame,
The battle I must enter is not a local high school football game,
I will return I promise, I will return to ask you to take my name,
Absorb the smell of tonight and every sound that you can hear,
I’ll remember your essence my angel as I hold your photo near,
Memories of the sounds or odors are a bridge to bring me here,
I will be here when you need me, you see…..I love you my dear.
For Patti, I love you. Written July 28, 1968
The Things I Do (Spellbound Wonder)
You pull me into a shelter though unseen so strong,
With a whisper you lovingly say, “this is where I belong,”
And I have tried to breathe in air that has been in you,
It’s one of the silly little things I’ve been known to do,
Your beautiful eyes open to world that I feel is my own,
Within your view there is a warmth only I have known,
When transfixed within your eyes I’m enraptured of you,
Of you there is a portal of incredible ecstasy I enter into,
Every day multiple moments of spellbound wonder occur,
As you open the door to enter my space I enter your wonder,
The wonder of you is not to be described with words known,
So many things become treasured memories of gold I own,
As we look into each other’s eyes I open my mind for entry,
In hopes that someday you can witness the love within me,
At night as you lay upon my chest I feel the earth slip away,
Entwined we are a vessel of love sailing love’s passageway,
I am so worn I’ve become rust yet near you for gold I lust,
You are treasure of gold, somehow you remove time’s crust,
When spellbound wonder has occurred I’ve lingered there,
Deep in thoughts of little things such as the smell of your hair,
Yes I have lingered behind with reason of you I am behind,
Those things of you are golden memories held in my mind,
Memories of you are held dear and I retrieve some each day,
It’s important that each day I treasure our past in some way,
At times to others I seem to have set sail to another place,
I will return quickly energized in heart and mind by your face,
Those are things I do that so many people don’t understand,
Such as how an old man loses years at the touch of your hand,
My heart takes flight each time you smile at me through the day,
People say my facial response is of love but without a word I say,
If cute can be found in anything I do, I try to remember it for you,
I reenact it again for you, I’m so in love it’s one of the things I do.
The end, by Pat for Patti.
I love you my beautiful little girl
I Am Daddy
Today I had an emotional response that amazed my soul,
It was so unexpected as I made headway on my workday goal,
The emails come in from businesses and those selling wares,
This particular email had but a word for anyone that cares,
Contained in all the emails I saw “daddy” in one just for me,
“Daddy” followed by my email address set my worries free,
The title Daddy means more than president or CEO ever could,
As I was suddenly overwhelmed with memories there she stood,
I could see the sweet little girl riding home with me long ago,
I regret that I was so engrossed in my work that I traveled so,
How much better could my relationship be had I been home,
I pray she and my son know working hard was all I had known,
Reality struck home when I was told I was gravely ill to soon die,
It wasn’t for myself that I cried, it was lost time with them I’d cry,
And for her, my wonderful wife, I regretted every moment away,
As I reviewed my life with her in my arms I started to again pray,
My life has been nothing but blessing no matter how much I have pain,
Abused at war beyond recognition, I left my body but prayed to remain,
To be with Patti I would endure anything and God gave a near cure,
Not a cure but an existence in pain is worth every minute I assure,
To be blessed with children that for some reason love me and care,
Perhaps it’s their mother’s influence that placed the love for me there,
We have moved to follow my career so many times I can’t track it all,
They never complained to me as I’ve wondered did Patti take the fall,
The trips through the mountains of Colorado meant so much to me,
Playing volleyball in the hot tub with just our little fun loving family,
They brought so much joy to my heart as I started to realize I was ill,
Soon the many doctors trips brought confusion and pill after pill,
Heart attacks, gall bladder surgery, encephalitis, stomach surgery,
The list goes on, papillotomies, and liver embolizations times three,
Never once did I despair or feel the end was near as I’ve done too much,
I survived cruelties of war from but a photo and memories of her touch,
At my side they were as bankruptcy came because I couldn’t work,
My poor little angel had to take anything even working as a clerk,
Yet we rebuilt as a family and after college our children came home,
This time I would shower them with love and my how time has flown,
Now my son and I are approaching twenty years working together,
I have realized so much about him, his intelligence and how clever,
And beautiful Susan, bless her little Crohn’s riddled body I so love,
Oh how many times I have prayed for help for her to our Lord above,
Yet her attitude is positive and through it all she gave birth twice,
My son and his wife have given me two, all of them treat me so nice,
Both have married well in that their spouses are endeared to them,
They are loved in return and none have done anything on a whim,
“Daddy,” the word seemed impossible as I look back on my life,
But I should realize the impossible happens when I look at my wife,
I am loved more than I deserve by everyone that’s in my surround,
I am in heaven, my life prediction should have been “heaven bound.”
The end, by Pat. I love you all of you.
Brian Wilson, Vincent van Gogh, and Patti King
Love can’t be denied when two hearts unite life becomes so wonderful,
The movie we watched of Brian Wilson and Melinda Ledbetter was beautiful,
A love story fortunate to be owned by a man of wealth and of world fame,
This man is a genius in musical creation yet disliked entertainment’s game,
Imagine Vincent van Gogh being forced to board planes with paintings in tow,
Perhaps he would use drugs as a means of escape from the places he’d go,
As a masterpiece took form inside his head would he try to escape to create,
When creation is born it must be expressed or to wait it can become too late,
It seemed no one tried to understand that every sound must be heard inside,
Sounds of creation can become notes and colors or flashes that often collide,
I have played music loud as a story or rhyme unfolded from inside my head,
I see cartoons and flowers or colors so rich you can reach through all but red,
With closed eyes I see and as such I see music although hard to understand,
The music is easily understood, to see music is most rare of those in our land,
Emotions flood from my heart while memories of loneliness during war unfold,
Purple and deep blue cloud me inside yet without feeling such it goes untold,
I wonder did Brian Wilson experience such things as colors and flavors danced,
I wonder also of the poor man, as this occurred was it hindrance or enhanced,
The joy of expression can become anguished need to express without a muse,
If I didn’t have Patti within my heart the attempts to express would be of no use,
Perhaps she is the funnel to direct the flow as emotions pour from my soul,
Nearly every emotion I know has been enhanced of my loving her in whole,
Did the others such as Brian withdraw as they had no funnel to guide the flow,
Thank God he found Melinda or she him and I was found by the only love I know.
The end, for Patti by Pat, I love you my sweet angel.
My Beautiful Morning Angel
Each morning I think of you and I think of how wonderful you are,
I look at myself in whole and I think I can do better for you by far
As sunshine passes the night to bring brightness so does your smile,
This morning I awaited your beauty for what seemed such a long while,
You walk outside to the hot tub and I awaken from my morning spell,
Once again I am filled with the happiness of the very night I deeply fell,
It’s impossible to describe what your beautiful morning smile can do,
As our business pressures bring worry the worry is gone from seeing you,
To feel your touch lifts my spirits to such heights I seem to float away,
Into a world of fairy tale life and romance novels written of us in some way,
Romance no other has known that lasts a lifetime with each day better,
I of muscular frame from but your tender touch becomes light as a feather,
The day is filled with wonder as I explore you with my eyes upon each view,
I can see it in your eyes that you doubt such words but angel it’s oh so true,
For fifty years each time you’ve entered the room your smile lights the room,
You are my beautiful morning angel that always makes my morning bloom.
The end. By Pat for Patti. You are beautiful, I love you with all of my heart.
Happy Birthday Patti “Birthday Angel’s Unseen Wings” (64th)
A beautiful day is upon earth’s horizon to celebrate an angel’s birth,
Angels are seen in many forms with most angels having wings on earth,
Patti was born this day and no other woman in my eyes equals my wife,
Arguments are won and lost by merit, so much merit that I’d bet my life,
She is an angel of truest form although her wings are hidden from view,
Hidden they may be yet she has taken me to heights unknown to few,
Together we have soared beyond the boundaries of science and theory,
Entwined spirits bound as one, an eloping entity of two souls in harmony,
Imagine for a moment the beauty of two trees so near they join to be one,
Once they were two then growth brought them to share molecules in sum,
Our love is such that in our infancy just a look brought us to be forever bound,
As disjoining brought pain so many years ago through her survival was found,
To walk with her hand in hand awakens my eyes to see creation another way,
Our auras joining as one creates a place shared by few on this very special day,
The aura force of “we” is ours alone where existence of the rare unicorn is real,
As roses emerge in full from her touch, her kiss brings sensations of love I feel,
Through a velvet curtain of seasoned love we drift as her kiss fogs my mind,
A sweet sensation of tongue is teasing mine to dance in a dance of sensory find,
I am found to be lost or am I bound to become lost in a sensation of sweet need,
Without knowing her kiss no soul can understand how upon her essence I feed,
How sweet it is that I have had this addiction of “the essence of Patti” for so long,
I’ve inhaled deeply that I may take in her odor of sweet passion as she walks along,
My world has evolved into a dimension of unexplored pleasure and joy yet known,
As music or sound can fill the air her essence is of the same if it could be shown,
Distance quiets the night until faint is the sound yet her essence will remain whole,
I collect riches of Patti and I’m expert in “essence of Patti”, and loving her is my role,
She is the gold in my heart and of her I exist, she is the angel wearing my gold band,
For she the beautiful angel I am he, I am he for any need be it to step down or stand,
I pray this day of angel creation is the today created for her to have a perfect birthday,
May the aura of her surround be filled with happiness, love, and joy on this special day,
As I tenderly kiss the lips of my sleeping beauty I softly reach around in search of wings,
Again I find none but soon the reveal will be, we will wait to see what another year brings,
I will see those wings. The end. I love you my beautiful angel.
Happy 64th birthday.
Love Flows
Love flows like a river with every drop of red inside my heart,
The river would burst like a dam if we were ever torn apart,
I feel you pulse through my heart and with every breath I take,
I walk towards your beauty and I admire every move you make,
My hands shake so when the excitement overwhelms my whole,
Underneath my feet the world shakes so hard it rattles my soul,
True love never has doubt about every word written in her name,
Without her as my true love the words wouldn’t be written the same,
The things I have done have no worth unless she is at my side,
She is my understanding of life, with love she is my lifetime guide,
I appear gold at her side but its only the shine from her beautiful glow,
The appearance of a man is in the company he keeps, this I know,
My one true love, take my hand and walk with me I implore,
I promise we will be together in life and soul for evermore,
When church bells ring it is a celebration of love from above,
The smartest I’ve ever been is the day I gave you my love.
The end, by Pat for Patti
Rust Specs in Your Eyes Are Parts of Me
As I sit beside you and I stare at the profile I know so well,
I wonder of the many things I said back when you and I fell,
Then as I reflect on the moment of the first “I love you” I said,
I knew you’d say you loved me but fear still danced in my head,
If I fell to the cold hard concrete of your porch as I felt I would,
I thought she would think I’m so weak if I fainted where I stood,
The passionate kiss brought forth a fire and a need to speak,
As the words so manicured in my mind came out I felt so weak,
My heart beat so hard I know you had to see my shirt shake,
Oh, how I love you, my beautiful angel, with every breath I take,
I said but “I love you,” yet if you could read between the lines,
If my body language spoke at all there should have been signs,
When you were so young and I placed a kiss upon your cheek,
That was the beginning of a trend when a kiss made me weak,
Not a kiss of ordinary value but a kiss from you meant more,
Remember when I first took your little hand while in my store,
So many moments of loving you are locked deep within my heart,
So many memories of loving you locked deep in a cell and apart,
So many moments of loving you beaten so bad I couldn’t stand,
So many memories of loving you beat despair for a wedding band,
You pulse through my blood with each beat of my heart, it’s true,
In every minute of the day a portion is always for thoughts of you,
The rust spec colors in your beautiful eyes are ties of you to me,
A young man of steel left long ago and returned with rust tragically,
But that I am rust is special to me as I feel the rust in your eyes is me,
Each time I gaze into the eyes of an angel I am engraved there to see,
Perhaps long ago a warrior knight fought to protect your honor so bold,
I recall, I do, in dreams of life’s past I bled out while in your tender hold,
Blood from my wound covered your hands as you wiped tears away,
The rust of my blood has stained your eyes to forever link us this way,
I may be a king but I once was a prince that fought valiantly for you,
It seems in each lifetime I’ve done such because for you it’s what I do,
I survived it all this time and though I’ve passed on in this life times four,
The Lord has allowed my return to you instead of each lifetime before,
I am but rust to your gold no doubt, time and battle has worn me thin,
Yet from a kiss of your tender lips this rusted frame becomes gold within.
The end, a poem of deep long love for you my angel. I love you.
By Pat for Patti
Precious Words of Perfection
The words unfound are the words I so desperately seek,
I have been aggressive in my search yet I appear meek,
Where do words rest that I am in search of in my need,
I feel I have searched with diligence and great speed,
I have said I love you with written line and in speech,
Yet I feel the words of description are beyond my reach,
It’s impossible for my words to reach into heaven’s door,
Or to describe sensations of elation stronger than before,
One word or ten just as long as it’s the pinnacle love word,
Even more so a word of creation that has never been heard,
Immediately understood as the word no other person can use,
A word they may speak only to describe us otherwise it’s abuse,
For you, my angel, a word for you to attach to the new word,
Again a word so significant that it is of only you if it is heard,
The word of majestic description includes parts of so many,
Words of beauty, kindness, passion, tenderness, love aplenty,
To compliment such word or phrase adjectives, adverbs too,
Ultimate words to describe will to be there if you need rescue,
Remember five bouncers the night a man tried to kill his wife,
With targeted blows all fell as I then removed the assailants knife,
For that rescue I was grateful to have been drafted and trained,
After so many years that I reacted correctly can’t be explained,
Embedded I suppose, much as my embedded love for my beauty,
I have so much love for you I consider sacrificing my life my duty,
And today I struggle for words to describe feeling like a child,
Or how I become excited as your cheek kiss is driving me wild,
A teenager in love is how I feel everyday and I have for years,
Words to describe that separation breaks my heart to shed tears,
You and the Texas moon are a night of outdoor adventure to me,
As we cuddle your hazel eyes closing for passion is pleasure to see,
As moonlight casts a shadow upon the one I want it describes amour,
A song of truth to sing as ecstasy lifts me higher than ever before,
How is it I can’t find words I desperately seek to describe my love,
Perhaps entry through heaven’s door will release words from above,
As hummingbirds fly about and mockingbirds sing paradise is near,
Angels singing in harmonious song come across so fresh and clear,
When an angel appears and she is you I know I will be blessed with word,
I will reach out for your tender hand as at fourteen my words you heard,
A promise to be there forever and description incomplete if love for you,
I will forever seek words to describe loving you until it’s the last thing I do.
The end, for you baby, I love you so very much
I sorry I haven’t had time to give you the attention you so deserve. My heart is yours forever. We are me. We are one.
Pedestal of Love
A hundred years from now will you dance on a pedestal with me,
A slow waltz of lover’s lore I ask of you that all the world may see,
Yes, I’ve said a century because I know we will love forevermore,
If I must I swear I will take a knee that I may ask of you or implore,
High upon a pedestal made of quarried marble in the highest grade,
Only musicians of fame will sit to play on instruments heaven made,
Just for you my angel will be roses abloom in every color and scent,
They’ll come from miles around to see the woman who’s heaven sent,
It seems I woke a century ago with you in my heart and my mind,
I offer up my life to you and all the love a seeker of love can find,
You are deep within my heart interlaced with all in me that’s good,
Our love has been tested and proven as the test of time withstood,
I’ve known you my angel long before our eyes first met to know,
I felt your lips on mine long before our first kiss so very long ago,
Held you close in my dreams as I dreamed of love and only you,
It’s a foreign thought to most but loving you I was designed to do,
At eleven I cuddled to a fireplace knowing I’d do it with you someday,
So young but wanting to love an angel and feeling love pull my way,
And that’s why I knew, I was actually stunned to see you standing there,
Dreams I had as just a child was of an angel with long dark flowing hair,
Your eyes twinkled like diamonds in the night as you smiled at me,
I told you then that I’d marry you as other words seemed to flow free,
Though thirteen you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen,
I would have taken you to kiss immediately but for my poor self esteem.
So many years have passed since the day of my angel’s reveal,
The day I realized dreams of love and heaven can indeed be real,
I knew you well before I met you because my heart already knew,
And I knew the image of an angel when I first laid my eyes on you,
Was it love at first glance or was it recognition of predestined love,
No matter how it occurred I know very well it’s both of the above,
If I named the most beautiful things I’ve seen of our earth and our star,
The list would pale next to you in my eyes for I once loved you from afar,
Dance with me my angel in the moonlight of Texas that I may hold you,
I’ll pull you close as each time we have danced but this time in full view,
Your tender lips will know my kiss fore we exit the pedestal of our love,
I’ll leave no love on the dance floor as I shout it loud to heaven above.
The end, by Pat for Patti. I love you baby