Love
Volume Ten
CONTENTS
My Love is Written in Sands of Time
My Love is Written in Sands of Time
Patti, my sweet angel, I want you to forever know that my purpose is one in life,
I have no reasons to seek riches but to ensure of your needs as my wife,
Those words sound so minimal as written and should contain explanation,
My reason to live is written in the sands of time for those that seek revelation,
It shall be revealed one day as we cross the threshold into the kingdom of gold,
Only my heart and our Lord know why my journey was treacherous as it is told,
To love Patti as she deserves I had to learn isolated loneliness to an extreme,
A journey into the known while clutching her photo as reality instead of a dream,
Without the extremes of a war experience can a man know the fear of departure,
It wasn’t so much the fear of death but departing her love as a form of forfeiture,
I touched her fingertips as I held onto life at the cliff’s edge while I reached out,
To be so near the ultimate satisfaction in life and then never know what it’s about,
Thus I had to endure ordeals so extreme in life that it sounds false if said by me,
The journeys taken as a draftee forced to take part in the making of our history,
To experience the indignities of men’s brutalities were in reality a gift given me,
For without the experience of a vision from heaven in the form of angelic Patti,
Without that vision my heart and soul couldn’t know the ecstasy of an appearance,
Then elation filled my heart, elation gifted to me by His Hand to give me reassurance,
That she was waiting for me faithfully without my request that she should do such,
It was then I discovered she is akin the rose even being dangerous by thorn to touch,
It’s true that I was stricken by Patti since I first saw her before being she was a teen,
I was so taken by her stunning beauty that I wondered if those near had seen,
Why I wondered, aren’t they taken aback, why aren’t they stricken by her beauty,
I knew at that moment why I was placed upon this earth, I knew my true duty,
I was to serve this beautiful little angel of hazel eyes and beg that she allow my seed,
To fulfill her dreams of motherhood that she may experience her motherhood need,
My duty was to protect, support and to give as needed for Patti’s needs in life,
I pray I have fulfilled her needs because no woman deserves more than my wife,
My meager attempt of showing love with a website dedicated to her is minimal at best,
Perhaps it is better than I believe it is, or it may mean more after standing time’s test,
I gave it with every ounce of my being for those that doubt the sincerity of what I did,
For you, Patti, I have done openly my angel, my heart is at last exposed, nothing is hid,
Words written next to a photograph are a meager attempt to explain your desirous nature,
My little angel is surrounded by a sexual aura that fills the air with her mystical stature,
God’s gift to me was that I was allowed her kiss to signal the barriers of time had fallen,
I’ve loved you for over fifty years, my hazel-eyed angel, I have no doubt of my true calling,
My duty is to protect you, my calling is to love you forever, my future is to love you evermore,
The past of my life has been about loving you and passing each test of love, and each time,
I love you even more.
The Angel in My Heart
Each day thoughts of her saturate my mind with nothing but love,
No matter what I’m doing at day’s end she is what I am think of,
It’s been this way since I was seventeen and I want it to remain,
You’ve been my escape from earths reality that has induced pain,
In the darkness of night I can slip away into your arms and run away,
When all is wrong you bring the colors of the rainbow in heavens display,
Not a drop of water in sight but I can sit on the dock alone with her until two,
When the world is dark gray to black she and her sunshine turn the sky blue,
Images of her have traveled my mind each day since I was an innocent man,
Like the colors of the rainbow there’s a million different memories to remain,
Maybe one day she will see me for the memories of her my heart contains,
A million thoughts of her that saved me when when only death remains,
I’ve danced in her arms when my legs couldn’t stand because of dislocation,
I’d hold her tight in my imagination and dance through the night in my location,
The smell of waste faded away in my imagination as she’d enter my life station,
Only she, my little angle could lift my soul away from the horror of wars creation,
Look away, look away from horror of war that my memories bring to life,
It’s a long, long way from that day yet a memory can place me into the strife,
But the last thing I see each day are the hazel eyes of the angel on my heart,
The angel in my heart has held my mind in check when I couldn’t find will to start,
The morning sun would come from her soul as she would wake me from sleep,
Memories of so much love have placed my heart within hers to hold and keep,
One kiss from her lips can resuscitate my mind to dwell in the joys of today,
And with that my heart rejoices, I know this angel in my heart is here to stay.
Gold Dust of You
I’m peering through the looking glass of past time in hopes that I’ll find,
The lost memories and the faded treasures still existing in my mind,
In my every thought I hold your hand and make sure you’re with me,
To be rejoined with you is ecstasy even if only an hour you were free,
I must find my faded memories although they may be haze upon glass,
For laced within those remnants are gold dust that fell through the hourglass,
Gold dust may hold little value to some but I differ if it’s gold dust of you,
For yet another treasure of you I will travel my mind through and through,
My little rhymes on paper are how I keep each treasured moment of gold,
I marvel at times when the words written are so descriptive of the one I hold,
Days later I’ve seen my words to become amazed at my ability to scribe word,
Yet I’m not a wordsmith as it’s all inspired by her sweet words that I’ve heard,
“I love you,” whispered softly from her lips prior to passion’s voyage of amour,
As I pass into each dimension of eroticism gifted me by her I clamor for more,
I am but a drop in the ocean or a microsecond of time’s passage I must concede,
But at this moment I’m engorged to an extreme beyond my existence of need,
I hold a secret deep inside of which the origin is hidden far from today,
A trembling occurs inside my structure when she touches me in any way,
Sensations of weakness create an awakening that’s impossible to describe,
Her aroma blends with the magic to create an elixir that I feel a need to imbibe,
Inside my mind I’m on my own to find the fogged in treasures buried inside,
Deep meditation and time bring me to unearth a memory that long ago died,
Whispered words to her in sixty-five state, “I’m leaving but I’ll return for you,”
A golden treasure buried far away and extracted that was prophecy come true,
It’s the beginning of time as my timeline was nonexistent until I was awakened,
Through a bedroom window into a new dimension of love, to then exit shaken,
I must let all know this is the moment in time of my life birth, my existence today,
Gold prior to this was scarce however since discovery my life is gold in every way.
1970 Frost Covered Glass
Is a fading thought forever lost,
Did it diminish like window frost,
Return to me my thought please,
Is it lost into air like my last sneeze,
Let it return, I know it was of you,
At last the muse has returned anew,
Bring in the cello now played low,
Hear angels harps play notes in flow,
Your silken gown encapsulates your soul,
To follow the curves shown I’ll pay the toll,
Step forward then back and two right,
Close, oh so close to press you slight,
Let me waltz into the dreams I dreamed,
In your arms it’s not as bad as it seemed,
I worry, oh I worry so even when it’s right,
The distance of your mind may be slight,
Oh, it’s my fault, I have nothing left,
No longer am I as spry or am I deft,
Improvisation breaks my heart to see,
The reflecting man of war I see isn’t me,
An angel held in my arms may fly way,
So desperate is my plea that she will stay,
Don’t see me my angel but see deep within,
Once I was beautiful before war’s bloody sin,
Patti, can you see any good inside of me,
Each man took aim before his tragedy,
I’ve tried to pull you close in my dreams,
Bloods lube removes my strength it seems,
Your eyes find disgust in what I have done,
Yet you continue to say I’m number one,
A little more or a little less should I confess,
If you’ve forgiven what I’ve done is it less,
The frost covered glass is fading fast,
Does it mean once gone the dye is cast,
I’ll surround you with roses and sing to you,
Rose petals ground for oil I will do too,
Thunder has erupted inside my heart for you,
I love you so much I worry if you knew,
The sweet smell of heaven is your smell,
It is the elixir, I swear, the taste as when I fell,
Into her hands I give the gold I don’t own,
But I will give her the love she hasn’t been shown,
Listen, sweet angel, you are someone to hold,
I can’t give it to you when you are the gold.
The end, Written December 1970
I Savor Her Kiss
Slowly I walk a path winding through discards of my life and beyond,
Aft the hour is too late yet fore leaves no answer to give those I’m fond,
The rock I have become must be softened if that’s possible in some way,
The intense pain has created a barrier of steel where once was man clay,
We are made to send and receive of each other using signals by expression,
Through the years of pains blockage I have allowed through one sensation,
The experience of my country’s servitude forced upon by draft years ago,
Took away my innocence and ended with more pain than man should know,
Perhaps it was ignorance or was it need that locked it deeply inside my mind,
The horrors of we drafted chosen was unknown because America was blind,
Many were lost on the streets of asphalt and real estate of dropping value,
Anxious to escape the bonds of the draft many hid from America in plain view,
And I much the same locked it away as I’ve said that I might forgot it all,
One decade is little time of rest from extremes of pain and a near mental fall,
With such force the physical pain returned with an ailment unknown to most,
An affliction so unusual with unknown back roads reaching deep into its host,
At first showing I felt I would rupture inside as the swelling pushed out,
Thirty five years of age it came in full force as my only release was to shout,
Arriving each time like a stampede of cattle and pain pushing outwardly intense,
Praying it would cease before I would rupture inside was crazy as I was incensed,
To those that think I don’t pray, I am shattered that you could think so little of me,
Oh my Lord I have prayed aloud in the crowd and whispered a prayer at a tragedy,
Am I forgotten and down trodden as I cruise the neighborhood of a past dreamscape,
Fight is the word, for one I fight to endure extremes that narcotics bring no escape,
Love’s desire has created a desire to escape the haze that’s a veiled pleasantness,
I so desire her touch and beauty in my vision I again feel war’s gift of loneliness,
Solutions given of physicians create a culture of give me more meds I implore,
Then a transplanted genius with tongue of Italiano brotherhood opens the door,
My ears strain to follow his New Jersey speak as his genius explains his gift,
At last surgery to repair damage of bloods seepage when my spirit begins to lift,
I awaken as I sleep, I float as I am secured, Heaven’s glow is above my head,
Pain has left and my anatomy feels healed when I realize I may actually be dead,
Movement is everywhere below my feet and I wonder how I see through the roof,
It appears I am deceased as a gift of that intense pain, I’m no longer bulletproof,
My heart has a sudden sensation of sorrow and a loneliness to an extreme,
The joy of heaven’s ascent is gone and I see Patti to realize she’s lost her dream,
How did she know to come to the door at this time and why is it I can hear her pray,
The crash cart charging into the room is a shock, I see her expression of dismay,
The sorrow I feel is hers as I can feel her sobs oh Lord don’t let me leave her alone,
As quickly as I pray it feels as if something has pulled my feet to return me home,
As I awaken I remember watching the doctor work feverishly beneath my feet,
Three times before I have expired of pain and each my return for she so sweet,
From her touch I have soared high above the world because she gave me a kiss,
To me she is a goddess, the queen, my queen, I hope she always remembers this,
For each pain endured I would endure ten more if that is my price for her hand,
Her optimism has become my drug of choice, by her I find reason to stand,
Twenty five years have passed since that day I watched the surgeon below,
Pain has been a constant companion, a companion no one should ever know,
I savor her kiss each morning as she awakens to bring sunshine into my life,
So many men of this time have never known such pleasure from their wife,
I know each day will fill with wonder in some wonderful way each time she is near,
When first I gazed into her hazel eyes a transference of Cupid’s energy was clear,
So many things were locked away through the years as I tried to hide the pain,
To contain the pain I have calloused all emotional release much to my shame,
Do my children know me through and have I given her all the love she is due,
Thus I write and rewrite rhymes in a quest for the perfect way to say, I love you.
1965 Slip Away, Sweet Patti
Slip away with me oh beautiful girl from heaven above,
You have taken my heart away, now I am forever in love,
Because of you I am aware of things I wasn’t aware of,
Slip away with me because we fit each other like a glove,
The first sweet look was all it took to take away my heart,
I saw you and my knees gave way while I quietly fell apart,
The minute we can be together I’m sure our lives will start,
When I’m near you I want to kiss your lips and every part,
Please believe my words when I tell you of how I feel,
Every word of caring for you is truthful as I’m very real,
If I had to give my life for a year with you I’d take the deal,
Slip away, sweet Patti, should I tell you of how I really feel?
The end. September 1965 by Pat King for Patti Napier
My 68th Birthday Review
As I review my sixty eighth year of living my very charmed life,
The joy of life would have been absent but for my beautiful wife,
I have wings of flight that have taken me to heights unknown,
With lift given of her I have risen and with God I have flown,
With love she whispered life into my ear as my heart waned,
As I expired God gave me a gift to feel how her heart pained,
So deep the pain that I prayed with a sincerity unknown to me,
As I fought to remain the twilight of Heaven was pulling me free,
Time, oh sweet time, if a gift can be given me let it be time,
To hold her tenderly while we waltz as we did in my prime,
Hours expire like minutes as I search each for a little more,
The prayers I pray are bound with my heart as never before,
Increments of my romantic life shows an evolution of heart,
A tenderness unknown by me was seen by her from the start,
An inspirational photograph was enough to survive the war,
Three weeks with her gave me strength I hadn’t known before,
I have survived so much, too much to list in but a rhyme,
It was for her I fought and prayed each and every time,
Every time she walks into the room I see her as I did before,
Each time I feel the vitality of youth as I want her even more,
Tonight I will hold and be held as I thank God for giving me time,
A tear will fall from my angel’s eyes as she reads this little rhyme,
Her meek little smile fools the unknowing of her love for me,
I pray to be holding my angel Patti upon my birthday century.
By Pat for Patti August 19, 2015
1969 Fueled By Her Touch
Look to the sky and absorb the blue but you will never see paradise’ entry,
It’s a door framed with blue of sky with an air curtain that’s impossible to see,
Touch a dream or let a dream touch you to set sail upon a magic vessel of love,
Hold her photograph near and pull her to your heart before traveling above,
In a vessel made of air you set sail into the sky to discover the secret of love,
The “secret” if known may settle the world or it may test what you’re made of,
I love and I have loved so deeply I thought my heart would rupture from pain,
I’m a rare bird I am, I fly the sky fueled by but her touch, I am worn and plain,
If truth be known she was thirteen when love erupted within my heart forever,
When told I was too young to love at seventeen and to move on, I replied never,
I’m am not a fisherman by trade nor do I want to know other fish in the sea,
Beautiful Patti is my dream girl and upon waking she is the angel I wish to see,
I have kissed her lips to have my heart set sail and lift me above Mother Earth,
The riches of the earth have been granted me to find her in the city of my birth,
A big blue sky is forever overhead in my little town of Borger Texas by name,
Two souls perfectly placed through time that they may again unite the same,
My beautiful little town bore the brunt of providing men of steel for the war,
Though fear filled every pore and tears of goodbye flowed freely, tears I wore,
I’ve but one dear friend remaining that was drafted away from all he knew,
He carries the remnants of that war deep inside as we all will have to do,
I met the enemy head on in a cell of Russian command with brutality abound,
In a moment of dark desperation I cried to be free of the pain of being bound,
I carry shame that I cried “mama” as I faded into the darkness of war’s travesty,
And worse I cried Patti’s name also in hope she would once more appear to me,
Amarillo means yellow for the gold she holds beneath her gold enriched soil,
The city was born of necessity on the flat panhandle of Texas to sell what they toil,
Men of steel were developed upon the plains of wind and sometimes crystal skies,
And we were chosen unfairly it was discovered as another widowed mother cries,
Those of us with the wealth of good fortune returned to the girls with our heart,
So desperately I prayed that she would welcome me home so we could start,
To blue summer skies I returned to the goddess of my dreams since seventeen,
Decimated from a long hospital stay I came home although I came home lean,
Her eyes excite me so much with but a blink and a sparkle of reflecting moon,
I came “home” from war but my home no longer contained my personal room,
All I needed was a little time to get my feet on the ground and start over again,
Most of all, upon the land I so love her touch gave my heart lift, we could begin.
The end, by Pat November 1969