I’ve got words trapped within my drugged and exhausted mind,

If only the words could surface somehow it would be a poetic find,

I know there are words of journeys afar that you and I will one day take,

No doubt a photographic wonderland so beautiful you never take a break,

In a place this beautiful there must be a place reserved for only you,

For you are the most beautiful rose this old rose thorn ever knew,

So many varieties of Passion flower that grow like bush and vines,

In a place so wonderful there must also be all types of passion wines,

In a place with passion wine there must be places where lovers meet,

So little has been said of passion wine but I’ve heard it’s aroma is sweet,

Let me take your hand, my angel, and we will walk the paths of this land,

There is nothing better for my health than a long walk holding your hand,

Let me take you soon on a lover’s journey to a place where flowers grow,

We may find a rose so beautiful that no botanist or scientist will know,

I’d name that rose the Patti Rose after the rarest beauty I have seen,

Appropriately named for you, a special rose of beauty and velvet sheen,

We will have a sample freeze dried, to encapsulate in a resin that’s pure,

This rose  must compare to your beauty and it must have your sweet allure,

As we walk the paths of this land so far away there’s more for us to discover,

You and I have walked these paths before as we found mysteries to uncover,

No doubt I describe to you an island you and I have visited before,

It is of my mother’s homeland and my ancestors we’ve come to adore,

Ireland is a beautiful land that can’t be described in one word or rhyme,

If I wrote enough poems of beauty I may find way if given the time,

Although Ireland is beautiful it has no place to compare to the beauty of you,

Each time I whisper “you’re beautiful” in your ear,  know my words are true,

I find the red rose the most beautiful flower that God placed for us to view,

If asked who is the most beautiful woman I know I would yell out it’s you,

Soon we will journey again to this land we both love so very much,

There is something magical in this land as it increases feel and touch,

My love for you grows even more each day as I discover more of you

You are the Red Rose of Texas and Ireland, the color of your lips says it’s true,

We will rent our room upon the lake’s shore and watch Irish sunsets again,

Each time I know I’m going to travel with you I can’t wait for the trip to begin,

Soon, my angel, we will journey there and again we will make love on the lake,

Until we take our journey, please know I love you more with each breath I take.

The end, for Patti by Pat.  Written while in the hospital in Houston Texas, spring 2015.  I love to travel with you Patti, it’s always a joy to share a trip with you.  I love you my beautiful little girl.

Before I close my eyes to sleep at night I say a prayer for you,

That all is well within your being because of all you’ve been through,

I softly whisper your name as I think of you, I’ve done this every night,

My sole desire through my life is to be the one kissing you goodnight,

I hear violins playing a tender love song that you and I might dance,

Do angels visit our earth with destiny in hand or is it all by chance,

As we dance and dance around as dancers do I absorb your touch,

It would be nice to find a bouquet of roses that say I love you so much,

I bite my tongue that I resist the sexy things I want to say to you,

From the tip of my tongue I fight the urge to say “it” and follow through,

There is no other I’d rather hold than you although it’s hard to dance,

My desire has overtaken my genius and is whispering take a chance,

With you in my arms I am secure as if you could actually turn the tide,

Not meant as detrimental it’s just that you’re such a little thing I confide,

Mmmmmm is a word not spelled but to me it means “mmmm” let me see,

A thousand “mmm’s” is not enough “mmm’s” to say “I love you” for me.

The end, for Patti

From this hospital bed there is so little I can do,

But most of all it gives me more alone time with you,

I just studied a red rose from a photograph you took,

Everything you do is magic, you should write a book,

As I studied the red rose, I tried to absorb every bit,

Never realizing how intricate until I took time to study it,

As the rose is beautiful you are beautiful in every way,

Unlike an aging rose you are more beautiful each day,

Every wave and line on each rose petal is perfection,

Such is so of you, my angel, even beyond imagination,

Each worry line upon your angelic face are sadly mine,

There’s no way I could repay you even if given the time,

Your beautiful, naturally red lips remind me of a red rose,

I don’t know why it is so, it is a thought that just arose,

The aroma of a red rose is often a scent from paradise,

But I know the secret to paradise is in your hazel eyes.

The end, for Patti,  I love you baby.

I’ve decided once more to write a poem of love and devotion to you,

To you I have given my life and for you everything I’ve been through,

As I hear a songbird introduce the morning mood, I love you more,

It seems everything in my life becomes a memory of what I live for,

It is you that has given me the will to fight when I didn’t want to,

To say I am grateful beyond the scope of words is so very true,

As I reflect on life there is only one day that deserves all my due,

I’ve so many things to be thankful for but mainly the birth of you,

Without you I would be void love as I have known only love at first sight,

Though wings aren’t seen, each day I’m greeted by the angel of first light,

With each passing day the visual memory of you remains the same,

In my eyes the beautiful angel of my wedding day will always remain,

Each beauty line of endurance upon your angelic face are placed to enhance,

Like a fine work of art each line placed by time’s hand are not by chance,

So privileged am I to have watched the Master’s hand through the years,

Each day you have become so much more beautiful, in joy I shed tears,

Your eyes convey the love you carry for our family as I watch you now,

I write these words yet my efforts to express seem so empty somehow,

Words of grateful love have so much to be desired when writing of you,

If I could find these words of expression I would start this poem anew,

To bring precious stones not of earth from places unknown may show,

Although after all these years I believe you already know I love you so,

One gift given me long ago is the most precious gift of love I’ll ever know,

A first kiss given me by you is the finest treasure my epitaph should show,

Should the moon crash to Earth, it can’t describe the sensation within,

Without your birth my true existence in life would not be able to begin,

In languages unknown that better describe love, “I give my love to you,”

From deep within my heart I pray your every birthday wish to come true.

The end, by Pat for Patti

Golden chariots with opulent interiors carry the angels heaven bound,

I would harness a chariot of gold for your birthday if one could be found,

But for you I would be a wandering lost soul still living in war’s loneliness,

We share an endless river of love, together we have found happiness,

Another birthday celebration that I appreciate much more than you,

There’s no word known to express my gratitude for all the things you do,

Only I can relax in the embrace of your soothing aura to become a man,

You surround me like warm flowing water to touch every pain you can,

Upon my departure of this paradise that came from your love given me,

My desire is sincere that my tombstone reads the following for all to see,

“Here lies the husband of Patricia Napier King, the luckiest man on earth,”

Know this my angel, my life wouldn’t be so wonderful without your birth,

The photograph I’ve treasured more than precious gold means so much,

Yet I would part with it for but a moment more to feel your fingers touch,

I’ve loved you forever it seems, yet daily I find reasons to love you more,

Happy Birthday my beautiful little angel, your loving me is what I live for.

The end, happy birthday baby.  I love you, Pat.

To our cherished readers, I have given instructions with my son and daughter that I have two requests upon my passing.

-That my lifelong treasured photo of Patti be in my fingers hold when I am laid to rest. 

-My second request is that my tombstone reads:

“Here lies the husband of Patricia Napier King, the luckiest man on earth.”

This must be the prominent line and the top line of my tombstone please.  I do plan to be around a long time. With prayer,

faith, hope and love, I know it can happen.  So, don’t make the stone too soon.

Pat

From the shadows of my mind a future now present I find,

Am I aged or is this an illusion created by my traveled mind,

When last I looked there was a younger me within my face,

It is most apparent no doubt that I am losing this lifetime race,

As exhaustion overwhelms my frame my mind succumbs too,

Moving comes hard as does thoughts but for those of you,

Where you have gone troubles my mind yet I remember where,

I’m sure you know exhaustion has control or I would be there,

Bring her back I plead of destiny as I know I have no control,

To become rust of man is a sad feat but still I must pay the toll,

I must appear well because I can see you approach the door,

If I appear as such a broken man will you need me anymore,

I know you will as I know you need me also although not as bad,

My shoulder has a place created by your head in the life I’ve had,

It’s where you sleep at night as you restore me that I may go on,

Though I am rust of man it’s with this beautiful angel I belong.

The end, by Pat for Patti.