Your love has grown to entwine my flesh penetrating every space,

Unknown to you I have allowed every pore to accept root in each place,

If I’m a little slow be patient with me I’ve endured a lot in this frame,

Touch me please it just takes a little bit to make me say your name,

Just a little bit of your love will bring a smile and make me glow,

It’s been so long that I’ve endured life’s pain I’ve become a bit slow,

I will fly like a moth to the flame if you are anywhere within my smell,

It’s a poem he recites for her, let’s ask him of her maybe he will tell,

The shuffle of his walk is bent and slow but deliberate in his walk,

Just a little bit of you will bring him to his feet and he’ll even talk,

Watch the old man cry if you mention his wife whose gone away,

The only road he is walking is the one way road to her one day,

He lost the shine in his eyes long ago although he managed to survive,

More than that is lost but he has found a way to pray and to stay alive,

Too many teardrops on a flame will put it out but from love it will still smoke,

Watch the smoke ignite by saying the name of she he so fondly spoke,

“How’d you meet that girl old man?” His eyes will sparkle as if he’s there,

He will tell you of a night long ago when he saw the girl with flowing hair,

And he will cry for her as he tells you of the night he left her for the war,

Did he tell you she was thirteen when love took him through heaven’s door,

“Hearts will never break,” he says, “when love is true, only separation breaks”,

If he is feeling strong he will tell you the story of how much a real man takes,

Of the enemy’s torturous ways or how he survived thinking of his future wife,

“To be away from her is lifeless,” he says, “you may live but it’s not a real life,”

“I’d endure anything to be with her and for sixty years I paid the price,”

“For sixty five years I loved that little girl although in pain, I’d do it twice,”

“For but a minute more I said, just give me a minute more of her touch,”

“And now it’s true, I’m paying the dues for the minute I needed so much,”

“As she slipped through my fingers I begged just one minute more,”

“It was granted to be as angels escorted me and her to heaven’s door,”

“Then a minute later I woke free of pain but my heart was breaking in two,”

“The dues I paid to be with her was the pain I endured but Angel I did it for you,”

As he looks to heaven it’s easy to realize he is happy with his choice,

How old are you old man, they say you’ve set records, then tears fill his voice,

“I’m the oldest man on this earth and I’ve set records beyond written time,”

“Minus a day one hundred eighty two,” he says as if it’s from a love rhyme,

“A billion tears I’ve cried each day for her,” as if a verse from a love song,

How long do you hope to live, sir? Why a billion tears if she’s dead so long?

“Son, I know exactly how long I will live, you see, my angel died on my birthday,”

“It was one hundred years minus a day that the Angels took my angel away,”

“For that minute more I prayed for that day, I offered one hundred years to pray,”

“And I have prayed, each day I have prayed prayers of thanks for that minute that day,”

“Tomorrow is my birthday and I’ll pass away, it will be my turn to enter heaven’s door,”

“For a hundred years I’ve given thanks for that minute, tomorrow I’ll see the one I adore.”

The end, the price I’m willing to pay.  For Patti.  I love you baby.

As the night fades to very late it is soon early morning,

That the time passed so quickly with you is troubling,

Nothing in my life means more than being with you,

But the quality of the time is of extreme importance too,

As I worked tonight and you patiently sat at my side,

Relief came to sit with my four point five decade bride,

This poem is quickly written for love words it’s true,

This quick little poem is written to say I love you.

The end, by Pat for Patti.

My little girl tries so hard to please,

I like it when she tries by being a tease,

She shakes her thing with magical swing,

Oh that swing! The things in me it’ll bring,

I’m not a man to brag or to big boast,

But my little lady is best coast to coast,

Yeah she is no longer a cute sixteen,

Nor is she still in her mid twenties lean,

She has gained a touch of all pleasure,

Every inch of her flesh is my magic cure,

With a slow gentle move I kiss her breast,

For her my tongue stretches far I attest,

She is filled with desire packaged for me,

Her wrapped exterior is beautiful to see,

I unwrap my gift that I make take her in,

Or is it she takes me in for us to begin,

My desire never wanes when she is near,

Along with that I always wants her here,

As she has aged her maturity is of gold,

Lines of love placed upon the one I hold,

No lady within ten years is of her image,

Though in her sixties, sexy full cleavage,

Her flesh is rapturous compared to thirty,

It’s better now that she isn’t quite so flirty,

Though a year ago a man of twenty tried,

So rude to say, “you turn me on, lets ride,”

She calmed me with a wink and a touch,

Then I loved the one he wanted so much,

She draws looks of men ogling her sway,

I am proud she looks sexy in every way,

So if you’re shopping my angel of desire,

Come home so I can love you, I’m afire.

The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you baby girl.

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.

I wake to find my angel at my side,

So blessed I am to see my lovely bride,

Years forty-four plus more flew quickly by,

Enough quick time to bring out a sigh,

Soon this year will make year forty-five,

With you at my side it’ll quickly arrive,

Moments escape the bonds of time,

Saved in time by me writing a rhyme,

The essence of you overwhelms my whole,

Keep forever my angel, the heart you stole,

It’s mine but it’s yours so I know it’s mine,

Come, morning angel, you’re my opening line,

I cherish cherishing you, so odd to say,

And I love loving you more every day,

As an angel takes flight with fluttering wings,

She takes along with her my heart of all things,

But it’s yours to keep as it belongs only to you,

Each beat it beats is another for you, it’s true,

Take my heart but I pray you return for me, too,

You see my angel, all of me loves all of you.

The end, by Pat I love you!

Good morning, don’t forget to wake me, please!

I find myself missing a couple o’ thing,

First, is the angel that wears my ring,

Oh, how much I desire that little girl I love,

More than one way she fits me like a glove,

She has things upon which I like to chew,

For some of the pious it’ll embarrass you,

So good my little lady of exotic taste is,

Not the type of thing to add cheese whiz,

Now I’d love to have my little girl near,

Baby girl would mind to bring me a beer,

But you’re not here and I’m hungry a bit,

Now I can’t remember the name of it,

It’s puffs of yellow with a corn flavor maybe,

If you’d bring me some I’ll kiss you gratefully,

So, please bring a beer and yellow things,

Sit next and we’ll see what the night brings.

The end.  I love you baby,  Pat