Love
Volume Fourteen
CONTENTS
Crystal Balls of Layered Hazel
Valentine’s Day 2016 (My Selfish Ways)
The Winding Vein of Golden Thread
Atop a Mountain Crest
I have witnessed the power of love first hand as it changed a man,
From a boy with dreams of splendor into a man with a lifetime plan,
It was witnessed by those that knew the boy before the love change,
Without the explanation of her love it would sound so very strange,
If love had pigment that could be seen every molecule would tint,
Imagine me as I am now but with a glowing pink hue heaven sent,
A pink glow accented with white that appears a halo to so many,
My penetrated color of love’s pink tint is a gift given me by Patti,
I knew long ago that love’s wavelength had penetrated me through,
There are so many along the way that I’ve told of the wonders of you,
I climbed a mountain long ago in hope the peak had a better view,
Atop a mountain crest far away I gave the world a photo of you,
My nugget of gold, my treasured gift, the rarest of world’s gem,
Why? I cannot answer, it was a need that came upon me as a whim,
Inspired by the magnificence of beauty in the Swiss Alps surround,
Perhaps I needed the world to see the angel my arms were around,
My greed said don’t leave it there yet the good said for me to share,
I knew you’d love what I was seeing so I hid your photo with care,
A stream that formed of melting snow or more of a blanket of white,
With love I pulled you close to me and for an hour I held you tight,
It was beautiful Patti, where white of snow met grass so green,
The ponds that formed from beaver’s dams created a world unseen,
Flowers of every color and hue formed pockets of color to be seen,
I must have been there before with you in a wonderful love dream,
If only I could find that mountain to retrieve the treasure I left behind,
Yet I know if the photograph was found, it is a treasured favorite find,
Someday some soul may recognize the beautiful angel with long hair,
I think I found heaven that day, that’s why I left my angel’s photo there.
The end, by Pat for Patti
I love you baby
Four Minutes at Heaven’s Gate
I stood at the gates of Eden with an angel beckoning me through,
Through the clouds of paradise I caught a quick glimpse of you,
Pray for her I begged, “she needs me more than you can know,”
“Oh it’s more than YOU know, she is an angel that loves you so,”
“Enter into her heart and persona to feel her unconditional love,
Suddenly I felt the anguish of a thousand broken hearts from above,
The world I knew was falling apart and I struggled for another breath,
Crash carts and nurses ran through doors that symbolized my death,
Fear I had never felt before coursed through my veins over me,
Over me? I thought, what is wrong with me that I couldn’t see,
Oh how I love her, but quite suddenly I realized it ran both ways,
The things I had done to survive the war allowed me more days,
Her photograph I kept near my heart after our summer goodbye,
Extreme loneliness for over a year brought my eyes to often cry,
The hardships of drafted men at war is only known by those boys,
Boys forced to become men using the war machine’s deathly toys,
Each night I held her photo as I prayed she would wait a year or two,
Through dark of night I’d watch the stars hoping she was looking too,
Each beat of my heart seemed to increase my love tenfold or more,
With the first touching of our lips my mind knew what I was living for,
Against all odd we grew our love each time our eyes could meet,
A small ember fanned with devotion created enough of love’s heat,
To grow our love despite obstacles of meddling and temptation,
Our love grew in spite of war’s separation to never know stagnation,
The sacrament of Holy Matrimony brought grace to our eternal bond,
We two souls entered into marriage with enough love to go beyond,
There was never a doubt that I was there to be her protector for life,
I am a mysterious man of extended time still deeply in love with my wife,
Each day I’ve loved her more as her internal beauty overwhelmed me,
Every time her perfection overwhelms my soul I am grateful that I can see,
No one can understand but me how her lack of vanity makes it more so,
Yet time has been kind to her and age has brought with it a subtle glow,
They say I took for granted how much that little girl was in love with me,
Let me be truthful now, I know my worth very well so how could it be,
Yet here I stand, with her emotions of lost love coursing through my veins,
Her unconditional love is that of one willing to die so the spouse gains,
At heaven’s gate a puddle must exist as through me her teardrops fell,
The pain of separation for over a year after being drafted into war’s hell,
Pales in comparison to what my little girl was feeling as I lay dying nearby,
Yes, “my little girl” is the cuddle name given her by this fortunate guy,
Hazel-eyed angel with tears of anguish falling from her eyes is torture,
I have no doubt if she passed away while I survived I’d have no closure,
When I could bear no more I sobbed desperately and started to pray,
Please dear angel of God, ask our Lord that I be allowed NOT to stay,
“Sacrificing eternal salvation is a risk however God gave you free will,”
My heart is eternally tied to her such as flowing water is never still,
Be still my beating heart I’ve often said as her entrance took my breath,
Then I felt the hands of life pull my soul into my body to halt death,
Time suddenly slowed to nearly still as I turned to look through the wall,
Standing near the door she sobbed as each person ran by trying to stall,
Her beautiful eyes in search of a promising look from a stranger passing by,
When out came the words she so needed, “we won’t let your husband die,”
Please reach out to her and comfort her breaking heart if you will,
Then motion returned as suddenly as time stood that moment still,
Comfort came to my soul as I felt the physical pain my worn body knew,
Hazel-Eyed Angel, my little girl dear, I left paradise to be here, I love you.
Treasured Words Spoken
I’ve spoken treasured words to you that felt as if laden in gold,
From my heart words came as I released them from my hold,
Some words so precious to have never been released or told,
These words of unsolicited need are often words to behold,
Men of endurance mine for gold and precious metals to the end,
My heart is an enduring flame rekindled by but a moment to spend,
A glance from your beautiful eyes create words of love I must send,
I mine precious words from my heart, so precise none are pretend,
Truly I have labored for an hour to describe with a perfect word,
I would vault into the sky from a mountain peak for it to be heard,
Shouting into the wind my little words of love, borders on absurd,
But from the miracle of dreams my songs and flight are of a bird,
The heart controls more than the mind yet doctors preach I’m wrong,
Reason and science from study proves my reasoning doesn’t belong,
Yet place love within each pulse of a man’s heart to make him strong,
His health improves and thoughts of love from the heart brings song,
To assist the mind and heart there are blessings known as emotions,
Emotions may bring pain yet they prevent us from acting on a notion,
Love’s emotion has created masterpieces crafted by minds in motion,
Thus the words I write this day are from love and my eternal devotion,
Once I was lost so long ago when returning from battle so fatigued,
No words were delivered to me in desperate times of soldier’s need,
Somehow I grew from this and my love’s “metal” tested to proceed,
Faith in you and our kiss of pained departure was love enough to heed,
Words so simple whispered in my ear carried me through each day,
Return to me, promise! Played in my head when danger came my way,
They are but words yet our hearts need such little words and to pray,
Words written for you sometimes flow like songbirds sing while at play,
At times I want to write words so sensational no other person has said,
Words crafted by wordsmiths of fame but written just for you instead,
If only I could speak a word laden with jewels for a crown on your head,
But my spoken words are made of air so I must say, “I love you”, instead.
Static Bloom and Love
My angel sleeps tonight on a bed of vapor in heaven above,
No matter the location I know her heart is filled with love,
Keeping safe our love as sleep brings dreams of wonder,
This night she dreams of a dance hall rescue in thunder,
The static bloom of lightning strikes brings explosive sound,
Like a moon flower maturing to bud, suddenly blooms abound,
Roots represent numerous lightning forks going to ground,
When lightning is born of static it does so with great sound,
Through bouncers and policemen her hero made way to her,
Word had come to her husband that his wife was in grave danger,
While in the ladies’ restroom a woman was attacked by a stranger,
Into the fray he went for her, not allowing anyone to endanger,
And rescue her he did knocking out five bouncers and a cop,
To get to the one he loved there was nothing to make him stop,
As she heard him fighting through she felt enough pride to pop,
For me, she thought, for me he would die before he would stop,
As lightning struck all around his hazel-eyed angel slept happily,
Thunder and flashes in the night didn’t wake the sleeping beauty,
Perhaps in dream states our love opens our eyes allowing us to see,
Dreams often mirror life yet others are wishes of how it could be,
He brought her through then assaulted the assailant in a quick turnabout,
How ironic! One man trying to kill his wife as another fights to get his out,
Maybe dreams are placed in our minds to get a love message through,
It explains why upon waking you said, “my hero, I’m so in love with you.”
The end, by Pat
Crystal Balls of Layered Hazel
Anything I do to see your smile is a worthwhile task,
What worth is life without sincere love in a home, I ask,
Your entry creates a stir within my heart unknown to most,
Others in the room react as you’ve seen from coast to coast,
With but a hazel twinkle I have become entranced through,
Completely succumbing to the journey to be taken with you,
Our journey is a journey of heart and soul and given through,
I daydream of gazing into the hazel eyes belonging to you,
So beautiful your eyes are every day without failure to shine,
Like crystal balls of layered hazel encircled with a blue outline,
So much beauty is there and yet through those eyes is a door,
I’ve journeyed through into the cuteness of the girl I adore,
Take my hand and my soul will meld with you to explore,
With but a glance and a kiss I love you more than I did before,
A teardrop from your eyes is precious when pained or blue,
My journey in life is to be your protector because I so love you,
Forever at your side you’ve given me everything I need in life,
My greatest honor is that you have been at my side as my wife,
Yes I do, oh how I love you, my life has been for you, it’s true.
Yes I do, oh how I do, I was born for one reason, to be with you,
The end, for Patti by Pat
Valentine’s Day 2016 (My Selfish Ways)
I’m sincere in my wishes for you to have a Happy Valentines Day,
Forgive my selfishness but the day must be with me in some way,
A Valentines Day without your touch is a day of love with no play,
My blessings of love came long ago when you took my heart away,
Just this morning as you cuddled next to me l felt my mind depart,
Words of loving you come easy as these words flow from my heart,
In my land of fairy-tale romance I love your response when lips part,
Sometimes I whisper quietly in your ear to give the night a start,
I’ve said the words a thousand times, yet each time they mean more,
How is it be possible for fifty years to love more than the day before,
Each morning as I wake to look for you and make sure you’re okay,
I see your angelic face to bring meaning to another wonderful day,
My heart beats love for you and will until sunshine says goodbye,
Beyond the time that eternity brings absence to how time does fly,
Let me look into your beautiful eyes that brings me joy in every way,
You are beautiful in every way, I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day.
The end, by Pat for Patti 2/14/2016
I’m sorry I’ve been sick and worrying you baby, I love you.
The Winding Vein of Golden Thread
There’s a golden thread of love that carries the riches I yearn,
To the end of eternity it winds and through obstacles to learn,
Secrets held deep of the heart that become precious in bloom,
Let her dreams bloom forth that I view beautiful flowers soon,
Fairy tales and nursery rhyme have exited my mind to be heard,
From world’s of make believe and dreams comes the typed word,
The winding vein of golden thread follows a route to my heart,
Into the clouds the Angel of my Dreams waves as if she is to part,
Such angst springs from my pounding heart if it is for goodbye,
Is this a dream, I pray it be so, my heart is a’flight into the sky,
Into the clouds of speeding time yet she seems to be adrift at sea,
Each attempt to leap into the sky is met by gravity’s pull on me,
I search desperately for my words of rhymes to read the outcome,
Desperation has traversed my mind as I once feared losing one,
Words scribed by me sometimes flow from an unknown source,
Written freely of my heart and mind they are never written of force,
My dreams turned to words are futuristic in forecast it seems,
From a butterfly I find words to express an angel in my dreams,
Has the Angel departed to be seen never more or does life begin,
A weight upon my heart has pulled through a golden string so thin,
It’s the golden thread of love I have written about pulled by her,
I sense her near as in years past if only I had something to offer,
Come near she pleads as from the clouds an angel beckons me,
From a cloud or a haze I dwell, am I under spell, what do I see,
I fear, oh how I fear, I fear I shan’t see the angel I need desperately,
The haze of sleep brings doubt until I awaken to her next to me,
My angel, my dear, my beautiful wife, my rhymes of love come true,
So many words yet I can’t describe waking from dreams to see you.
The end, by Pat for Patti
Always Mesmerized of You
I washed ashore in a place surrounded by images of you,
There were statues all around of you, also in shades of blue,
Granite and marble statues that seemed to reach into the sky,
I saw your likeness carved grand in the mountains on high,
As I walked along the path laden with gold I wondered,
Why so much gold is on this path of gold I now wandered,
So many wonders of you I’ve seen yet never have I this,
There’s even a monument celebrating a first magic kiss,
With wonder I realized the path was golden pages from time,
That had fallen from a book of love poems I write of in rhyme,
Time and love had melded to form golden pages for the book,
What is said of memories becoming gold is true as I take a look,
Fear has filled my heart as did pain with touches of forbidding,
My heart pains so for you, with each beat I must be bleeding,
Perhaps another has erected this place that I am now viewing,
Jealousy is entering my panicked heart although I am resisting,
Yet I continue walking this path as I am always mesmerized of you,
I come upon a fireplace of marbled stone embedded of jewels too,
A plaque above reads “my love is alive as are embers burning,”
Those are words stolen of me I think as my heart is yearning,
Atop the rise ahead is a street sign that’s commemorated in stone,
Getting closer to see I wade a creek of red from a past I’d known,
How I wonder, do I know I know this creek or is it I was once shown,
The sign carved in stone is the street sign of my childhood home,
Relief fills the heart spaces where fear had managed to invade,
I think filled with wonder of whom and how was this place made,
Did I do so in another dimension of existence while deep in love,
Or is this another dimension of existence that I once dreamed of,
Tears trace my face ever so slow as I remember a time long ago,
It was a moment of assured love from the angel I have loved so,
I stood silently and stared with memories flowing through of you,
Then a light beam played memories on white clouds in the blue,
I feel you near my heart as I did when war took me to disaster,
Letters hidden from you are bronzed on a display titled “For Her,”
My trousers are stained of red as once were my hands of blood,
The red creek I crossed was of soldier’s blood mixed into the mud,
In such a lovely place of you it commemorated what we went through,
It was at the point of my weary return when from atop the hill came you,
Love fell back into my heart although never gone, silenced by fear,
How is that my knees feel of rubber every time you come near,
As I walk along the wonders of you I see nightfall across a line,
To step across into night skies was as if a quirk in the timeline,
I have no fear of darkness if you dwell near to be seen or heard,
You give me strength to carry on, which I describe for you in word,
Illuminated for all to see is a book of love poems written by me for you,
Nearby is a hall of dance with hardwood floors and music playing too,
“Love on the Dance Floor” turned into song plays on, amazing my mind,
“I must have gone to heaven,” I think to myself of this accidental find,
A beautiful statue stands of you draped in silk moving in the wind,
Your breasts and form so tightly exposed for me to see each bend,
It looks so real then I see it stir and it is you standing in the breeze,
So often I’ve approached your form, you’d think it would be of ease,
Yet my heart beats so as it has every day when I put my eyes on you,
My heart nearly halts as thoughts of going blind invade, what will I do,
For to touch your hand envelopes my nervous system with sensation,
But to gaze into an angel’s eyes is a link to heaven and brings elation,
Fear I’d only known once before fills every void within my aged frame,
It was a draftee’s goodbye kiss as I feared it would never be the same,
Taking my hand to dance, you whisper words of love on the dance floor,
Softly you add, “I am in your mind, I will always be in here as I was before.”
The end, for Patti. I love you.
*Love on the Dance Floor is one of the first published poems written by Pat for Patti. It is one of her favorites. References to blindness are from a recent diagnosis of macular degeneration and other diseases.
Written on a Whim
In a world of pressure and the painful things I live through,
Each moment of release and happiness is found in you,
From deep within my heart I take pause for a moment,
I use it to cherish each moment with you I have spent,
Oh how I love you, I must speak so now with words true,
My hopes were high yet never did I imagine as it is with you,
No man could ever imagine the joys I’ve known my life through,
There are no words known to describe being loved by you,
In my darkest moments I’ve cried for you in fear of my death,
I’ve no fear of dying yet I cringe at the thought of final breath,
Departure is so unkind as you and I have known from long ago,
Helplessness invades the heart knowing your loved must go,
Yet we endured with open eyes seeking our future hand in hand,
We stood against all odds and we survived each battle’s stand,
I dream, yes, I still dream of days allowed to devote only to you,
So desperately I want to hold you with nothing else I need to do,
Alone with our thoughts we will wade the waters of time’s shore,
Hand in hand two hearts synced to beat together forevermore,
This is my five verse rhyme written on a whim to say it’s true,
No matter where we are I will always be deeply in love with you.
The end, by Pat for Patti.
Chapters of You
If only I could write a book of the wonders of you,
Chapters written about you and the things you do,
A wonderful book of joyful days filled with delight,
From preface to the end every word must be right,
Chapter one would begin with a hug of pure love,
Pure love from my heart for the one I dream of,
Pages filled with words of description of loving you,
A beautiful narrative history begins in Chapter Two,
Each page carefully typed of the perfect word,
My hopes are that not everything has been heard,
Angels are upon our earth I will attempt to show,
One angel is exceptional I will let the world know,
A page turned releases essence of you to explore,
Vaporous words releasing emotions not felt before,
What draws man to beauty may be read in my book,
My addiction to you explained, a smile is all it took,
A walk into the woods at dawn’s infancy best describes,
A journey into awaking are the words my mind scribes,
Youth’s blanketing fog lifted as we held hands to walk,
Trepidatious apprehension of the unseen creates a balk,
Sunrise brings so much joy to name her angel of sunrise,
Enter into the day my beauty with sparkling hazel eyes,
Reserved for you are pages to savor the joys of first light,
Kisses of rose petal tenderness with morning dew delight,
Bring forth life in full as we explore my book honoring you,
It’s written from my heart my sweet angel of morning dew,
You delight in God’s glories as heaven’s beams shine down,
I will write of pleasure as I watch you love those around,
Familial love blooms from your heart as if spring each day,
I must insert each special day although impossible some say,
True it is, to write of each wonderful day is an impossible task,
A full chapter for an answer and the question men in love ask,
Our love is reciprocal from the start, my greatest blessing,
My love for you is eternal and is a love that’s never ending,
My desire, my fire is to fulfill your dreams even the smallest,
Among the men in your heart I pray to be honorable and tallest,
To stand tall in the eyes of an angel is more than most will do,
My final chapter will have no ending but will be devotion to you,
The words will slowly fade into tomorrow’s horizon for discovery,
From heaven’s window we will watch as I love you into eternity.
The end, for Patti, by Pat. I love you