Love. Volume Fifteen.


 

Love

 

Volume Fifteen

CONTENTS

I’m Bound to You Forever

In the Beauty of Your Eyes

Sublime Love

I am Your Walkway (Prostrate for You)

The Path of Bewilderment’s Way

 


 

I’m Bound to You Forever

I’m bound to you forever by the rust specs in your eyes,

Hazel speckled by rust and wrapped in blue of dark skies,

Each night as you sleep I am lost in your beauty I can’t deny,

A teardrop of love often falls from my eye as I try not to cry,

 

Tears of joyful celebration that we have been married so long,

If only I had skills of a musician I would write a beautiful song,

A gift of love must be sincere when it comes from man of rust,

I’ve looked deep inside my mind but somehow I find only dust,

 

My worth alone is of little value for without you near I am void,

Time now moves so rapidly as if the hands have been destroyed,

Acceleration of time takes place each time you are in my hold,

Absent your touch each minute is an eternity while I grow old,

 

Stardust fell from the sky to form a pathway just for you,

We know it as the Milky Way displayed for everyone to view,

As particles of stardust fall to earth the fairies gather around,

From diamond dust to desert dust it is finest fairy dust found,

 

Perhaps the mystery of your youth is what dust fell on you,

As I’ve fallen to decay and rust your beauty is exciting to view,

When I am ill the burden of love is shown in your beautiful eyes,

A dust of fortune must have fallen on me as I studied the skies,

 

If love is a burning ember then I’m ablaze with love for you,

Fate stood before me at loves door enticing me to go through,

I’m not a fool you know, as I cherish each moment of my life,

I love you Patti, I’m so thankful you chose to be my wife.

The end, by Pat for Patti

 


 

In the Beauty of Your Eyes

In the wonder of your eyes love’s beauty is truthfully found,

From twinkle to sparkle your eyes raise me up when I’m down,

Your plush red lips would be cherished if carved in stone alone,

Red lips so beautiful without embellishment are rarely known,

 

Long ago as I traced your profile with my fingers I felt you so well,

As my fingertips touched every feature I felt your love as if a spell,

So many photos of you I rubbed through as I prayed nightly for you,

I was a silly young man to cry as all were copies I rubbed through,

 

Such feelings I can’t put into words yet I’ve felt them all my life,

We have been together fifty years and I’m still in awe of my wife,

There’s more to me than you’ll ever know yet I have tried so hard,

I’ve tried very hard to allow entry to my mind although I’m scarred,

 

You are the one that has fulfilled my every dream in every way,

The scars brought by the draft and being sent so very far away,

While away I cherished every moment I had with you deep inside,

I truly believe if not for my loving you I would have surely died,

 

Yes, I put you on a pedestal so very long ago and you shall remain,

You are so deserving although you argue, please let me explain,

To know your every secret fills me with joy that in me you trust,

You are the golden treasure that has brought glory to fading rust,

 

When I hear your voice I wait anxiously to see you as if my duty,

As you play with grandkids I watch in awe of your enduring beauty,

If ever you could feel my heartbeat as you just walk into the room,

I see you as a beautiful flower from heaven not yet in full bloom,

 

Most remarkable is that everyone saw your beauty but for one,

Can it be true that such a goddess has no vanity, not even some?

I give witness for eternity that such an angel has never been vain,

Each year has brought more beauty to your beautiful little frame,

 

Graying hair has brought added beauty in such a wonderful way,

Each lovely hair of grey is a gift from heaven given to you each day,

Your profile is of ageless beauty such as jewels or precious gold,

Thus I am the richest man on earth knowing I have you to hold.

The end,

By Pat for my beautiful angel Patti

 


 

Sublime Love

It was a melody so addictive I wanted to hold you the night through,

Twas’ more a symphony that exponentially amplified my love of you,

I feel I’ve known you a thousand years or at least nine ninety nine,

And during ninety nine point nine percent I have called you mine,

 

To at last pull you close was akin to a reuniting of my soul to flesh,

The moment your lips touched mine I felt as if my life began afresh,

I’ve grown my angel, oh how I have grown as a man because of you,

Compare the opaque skies blemished with smog to crisp clear blue,

 

Perhaps you are a hurricane that cleansed the isle of “Me” to start anew,

And so I began, cleansed of all past habits that I am devoted to solely you,

My heart had been yours since birth, I have no doubt of this being true,

Yet I needed an awakening of sorts to bring memories of past through,

 

My reincarnations through time have been of each to bring my love,

To reunite my heart with you, two hearts beyond what most think of,

A symphony of celestial significance written of the heavens above,

Storybook romances and fairytale loves will never know such love,

 

Of this I am sure, our love through time is a significant discovery in history,

My heart has known you forever, how I don’t know, this to me is a mystery,

Significantly precious love, pregnant love is another meaning misunderstood,

Pregnant love means abundantly filled with rather than the usual motherhood,

 

My heart is near bursting with love if written descriptive for this little rhyme,

Although I describe it as “little rhyme” it is significant as the words are mine,

Sincerely written from the depths of my heart with each contraction in time,

Timed with the pulse of the universe, each so significant of love it is sublime,

 

Sublime love, sublime heart pulses, anything of you is sublime, this is true,

I am overwhelmed of you, in awe I study features as you sleep, I adore you, Forever I will be of you, my heart beats each beat that I may continue to love,

This poem if written of love, no other reason but to say “you are all I think of.”

The end, by Pat. I love you Patti

 


 

I am Your Walkway (Prostrate for You)

Are you the bridge? The walkway to heaven across through the blue,

A golden archway only seen by spirits of a dimension we pass through,

Each existence must have a spirit guide so I have wondered that of you,

I am enamored of you, perhaps to say I have a love addiction is said true,

 

For each there is a significant partner though for many they go unfound,

They are a mate, a lover, a friend, the one, their soul mate heaven bound,

I have long ago surrendered all I am to you in expression and in total full,

Yes! You are my bridge! As well my life’s pool of elation from which I pull,

 

You too are my steeple that reaches high into the heavens when I’m in need,

Let it be said that you are my everything, any need can be found in you indeed,

I deed myself to you, I give you title to all I am, to my flesh, to my mind and heart,

It seems I have become non expressive although I seek to say it all or fall apart,

 

Once again illness lurks around each bend and I suffer to see you worry,

My poor darling little girl it seems as if illness comes in a storm of flurry,

I have seen the controlled tears in your precious hazel eyes wrapped in blue,

No doubt you seek to bury your little head upon my shoulder and weep too,

 

My heart truly breaks for you my angel, may I be your bridge while I’m ill?

It doesn’t matter that I’m sick as I will find the fortitude to stand firm still,

I will be your walkway, my angel, I will lay my body prostrate to protect thy feet,

Yes I use archaic words as I feel thou deserves higher regard to be complete,

 

You don’t realize this but you are the path I must follow to gain entry to heaven,

United as one, we walk as one, we must work His work as nothing is given,

Each time we speak of our love we are doing the work of God as God is love,

You are so perfect for me that your every movement fits me like a glove,

 

I am clothed of you my angel, I truly am, you have enveloped my form complete,

As you have given yourself to me I am grateful as I wonder could I truly compete,

Truly I have worn to become rust and I must try to hold the beauty of rare gold,

Gold never loses value though tarnished it is easily polished in an admirers hold,

 

And how I admire you, long ago I placed you on a pedestal as I know your value,

More so than any man alive I know the value of Patti and I hold that to be true,

Mornings I wake in awe of your beauty, as well I am grateful being loved by you,

You are my everything, no words can describe loving you, words spoken so true,

 

You are special, what word have I beyond such meager description to say?

Exceptional, you are extreme of perfection, touched by God in a special way,

Heavenly is truly the most descriptive word for the angel that wears my ring,

I must kneel in thanks to give glory to our Lord, grateful for the love you bring.

I…..love you……Patti. I take pause to reflect on how blessed I am.

The end. By Pat for Patti

 


 

The Path of Bewilderment’s Way

As we meander the path through bewilderment’s way,

We pass many things we’ve learned to ignore each day,

I’ve looked into the eyes of a fellow draftee yet I ignore,

I fear the tugs upon memories I have thrown to the floor,

 

Another child, another day, I’ve dug deep to look inside,

I look into the downtrodden’s eyes and see they’ve cried,

My good intentions have fallen to the floor of incompletion,

Do you feel, have you felt the same pain without exception,

 

Present the glories of the world’s darkness carried inside,

Too many soldiers gone, too many Vietnam Vets have died,

They traveled the streets never welcomed home from war,

I deeply wished, as did they, that it could be as it was before,

 

Fireworks crash, thunder claps, backfires all bring it back,

Terror returns for one moment, just as when under attack,

I feel it, I feel the pain, the fear, the anxiety of wondering,

Will I go home complete or absent limbs, I hate remembering,

 

How I fear “the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,”

Lyrics of war so misunderstood by many as fireworks glare,

When memories hidden are awakened to be they return in full,

Many men of that war never felt the glory of patriotism’s pull,

 

To march the march of protestors revolt to a march of training,

Was a startling transition of wartime that needs no explaining,

Yet I felt that tug to defend as my father however he enlisted,

Love held me back as well as schooling so I was deferment listed,

 

How little we realize the depth of the damage done by one death,

For a seventeen year old to watch another teenagers last breath,

Is an assault upon innocence that removes any child left inside,

The guilt of a late trigger response lays so heavy I’ve often cried,

 

It’s locked deep inside shame’s vault of secrets yet disclosed in full,

How many died as a result of a hesitant machine gun trigger pull,

The first day, a first encounter, do I pull the trigger or am I a fool,

My answer came in a fury of gunfire that left behind a red pool,

 

Nineteen sailors injured that day as well numerous Marines dead,

I, as do others, have too many things floating around in my head,

These are not pleasant memories I speak of but moments of dread,

So many have it much worse than me and would prefer mine instead,

 

As I exit to enter upon the path of fading years I take a pause,

With her is heavenly existence, without I have no reason or cause,

Had I hesitated years ago, hesitation may have brought catastrophe,

Catastrophe involving Patti would spell the absolute end of me,

 

Imagine my existence had I hesitated in canceling a date with another,

Or had I hesitated when I crawled threw a window to an angel wonder,

She was truly an angel, the imprint is heavy upon my mind for eternity,

I see the silhouette of an teenage angel embedded inside me mentally,

 

Almost daily I relive that moment of hesitant trigger finger pull,

Was I hesitant or was it the normal jitters of a first day warring fool?

As it enters my mind I sincerely attempt to put my focus upon her,

For she is the opposite extreme of the agony endured I need to defer,

 

I take a deep breath as I did that horrible day and I meditate on loving her,

Loving her is the easiest thing I have done, for her I surrender my life in offer,

Sweet surrender, the sensational surrender of my heart and all I am in life,

Again she has saved me, again I am saved by my beautiful, heavenly wife.

The end, by Pat