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

When the stars of heaven come out at night do angels stir,

As the moon begins to glow upon us do other things occur?

I can base my theories of angels on but the one I know,

If the moon is absent that night my angel brings a glow,

The things your daughter wrote about you are so very true,

I was so proud of the words she wrote, I love everything you,

When I was alone in the wilderness fearing for my life,

My thoughts were of my angel and making her my wife,

Years have flowed quickly by like a river filled with fun,

Of course such a river would be five miles wide plus one,

Today after so many years each day I dream of taking my wife,

Not to fancy restaurants but acts of love that brings spice to life,

For me you’ve kept me young beyond what my skin shows,

Free will is such a blessing it seems no one around us knows,

But no one knows the love we flow between us to share,

I believe love is something of unison and long flowing hair,

I mean there are so many things in true love’s creation,

And you, my angel, are the truest form of true love’s elation.

The end, by Pat.

Happy 23,376th day birthday baby.  I love you.  Yes, I added in the two days since your yearly birthday and I added in leap years plus day, that was 16 days.  You’re a lot of days old.  The adjustments to the atomic clock didn’t add very much, not even a minute.  I love you my sweet little girl.  You felt wonderful last night.

Does a witch’s nose grow and would you know,

Does a wart belong there and should it show,

Put upon her face that special place a nose would go,

I knew you knew you are very smart, you know,

A witch’s broom is known to fly up high in the sky,

I wonder can a witch really ride a broom and fly,

When you use a broom do you fly or clean the floor?

Do you sweep dirt into a dust pan or out the door?

Some witches wear a dress that’s so long and black,

Do they have pockets or wear a backpack,

I bet they have trousers with pockets and they are deep,

Thus they have a place for their valuables to keep,

Can you say valuable correct for me to hear?

Do you know it means things that to you are dear?

A new word in a poem each day will help you read,

And it will teach you words you will someday need.

You did very well today, did you know?

And it’s okay if you go fast or go slow,

I’ll write more verse and words for you,

Each day we will read together just us two.

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

Do you love me and has your heart always held me dear,

Am I the one you thought of when you were draped in fear?

After our hearts first touched and I told you I’d return some day,

Did you dream of that day and wish I’d take you in a sexual way,

Was it that I excited your loins as well as brought your heart to beat,

Or was it thoughts of golden coins and the rewards you’d reap,

Could it be you just thought of me in ways of delight and more,

The answer inside my traveled heart is simple, it’s called amour,

My eyes saw love in such a simplistic way I guess, you’re the one I adore,

I understand I do, how could he of such meager means expect an ounce more,

I am grateful beyond spoken word to have what I am allowed to hold,

Scarlet sunsets break through my water-filled eyelids to show the gold,

The globe of our sun burst through the tears bringing a kaleidoscope of starburst,

And for a moment I felt relief as if my heart had quenched its thirst,

The pain shows in my anthem of love I’ve written in rhymes for you,

I have written the truth, Patti, I garner strength to carry on it’s true,

As I returned from across the sea I heard Angel’s trumpets blare,

I raised my weary head from the cot to see and I saw an angel there,

‘Tis true, I swear, from tears to the north of loneliness I felt the loneliness leave,

Perhaps it was love brought by you that has given my soul a needed reprieve,

It called out in anguish as the wind swept clean the soiled green of earth,

That I may touch the earth of my homeland and pray for our rebirth,

How the medic knew, I wonder, at that exact moment he gave me your photograph,

To hold near my heart during the anguish of rejection given by America’s citizen staff,

I needed it so, to hold near my anguished heart because somehow he just knew,

To be predestined to love someone is rare yet I was born to love only you,

Heaven is there to accept the holy souls of the departed few allowed to deploy,

The feeling in my heart is that we will together be there to share eternity’s joy,

And I held close your picture as I cringed inside yet I clung to the belief of predetermined love,

The belief that we were predestined to be, to be together as determined by our Lord above.

The end, I love you Patti

Written in August 1969 about Patti upon my return to the United States to the Philadelphia Naval Hospital.

As we landed we were allowed to touch American soil from our stretchers.

To taste honey is a treat unknown until the nectar hits home,

Oh, the sweet taste of paradise is there no wonder bees roam,

Oh, sweet bee, do the things you do to make more honey for me,

Flap those tiny cellophane wings to prove flight happens if a bee,

I need to know little bee who dresses a bee in those prison stripes,

When I see your outfit I’m not even a bee but I still yell yipes,

Why not wear your stripes in a vertical plane for just a little bit of fun,

Mom and dad bee might confuse you for a mud dauber some,

I just said little bit did you know there is a candy called little bit,

Yes there is, it’s called a little bit of honey, Mr. Bee, and it’s a hit,

You sure look funny with that big belly hanging down as you fly,

And why do you make such a nasty buzz when you go flying by?

Is that where a buzz cut comes from, is it the work of a mad bee,

Hey now, bee, don’t get mad at me, you may sting but I’ll kill thee,

Gang up on me with your killer friends and it’ll be a bunch of bee’s end,

Yes, it may be me but, Mr. Bee, I have seven dollars and 98 to spend,

I have something to cross your eyes or should I say erase your “B?”

Ouch! That hurt what you just did to me, Mr. Bee, what a B tragedy,

Here comes my spray and it’s got B written all over it Mr. Stingerless,

No aim needed cause you’ll buzz through this fog to make you a mess,

When I have this in my hand they call me Eliot B Mess, you know why,

Though you may bite my butt real hard you are now going to die,

I’ll eat your honey, Mr. Bee, but the rest I was trying to be nice to you,

You just taught me, don’t trust a bee unless he is painted sky blue,

The moral of the rhyme or this poem of B that’s not a spelling B,

Is that a bee doesn’t need to spell but it couldn’t hurt if poison could be,

While discussing bee I must ask why is it a spelling B and not an A?

Too much B in this rhyme so I’ll stop till I write of a King starting with K.

The end