There was a prince so long ago that was to one day be the king,

A hazel-eyed princess within the clan he hoped would wear his ring,

He met this maiden fair and true at an age unthought of in his time,

A sweet fourteen beautiful lass when he approached her with “be mine”

She scoffed at him with unbelieving eyes that his words did not ring true,

His reply to her spoken desperately, “my beautiful girl, I’m in love with you,”

So beautiful she was this young princess that he feared his worth too small,

I swear to you my Lady of “Hazel Eyes” I will one day be a greater man so tall,

Sneaking away anytime she could as she and her sister rode the chariot to town,

Her sister despised the prince as he had rejected her and she wanted him down,

Fair princess couldn’t be deterred as her heart beat hard when he came near,

And he lost all his strength, his composure too, appearing as if drunk on beer,

His father the King of Chill said earn your due so the prince had to toll for a fare,

It seems all odds were against the prince of brown eyes with black and curly hair,

Her parents saw him to be another prince seeking but a notch upon his sword,

She became a maiden no more that year as secretly they gave each their word,

The rigors of war called him to train and he left her permission to play,

His heart so weary to depart with death so near he said this in a loving way,

Fear not my angel, I swear to you someday you’ll wear my wedding band,

One day after two years away he found her as she rode across the land,

Her eyes filled with joy as she asked him to sneak away as they did before,

A secret kiss that ignited their souls questioned what they were living for,

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said to her, “but I must return to battle again,”

But something had changed for the two as true love began to grow within,

The long kiss farewell brought teardrops to fall inside his lonely heart,

Each time they stole away together something came to tear them apart,

From parents to a call to duty there was always a new burden to bear,

This time, though, something was new as their true love began to flare,

Letters he wrote were stolen away and hidden by the beauty’s mother,

She had always fought and pushed that her daughter would marry another,

A warrior fighting in a faraway land must have hope and a will to survive,

Without the feelings of true love the prince may not come home alive,

Villains of the foreign land detained young prince and brought hell to bear,

While at home nightmares and fear of loss brought fair princess to prayer,

Somehow she envisioned him in the worst of ways, bound and hanging on a wall,

The truth of that chamber were horrors so fierce she couldn’t envision them all,

Sadly, he did hang upon the wall and whips laced his flesh with welts and pain,

While he endured the whip and dislocation of joints he whispered her name,

I cry to you my long haired beauty and pray I can survive each day one more,

As light faded to a dimension unknown he would see her open his cell door,

She’d pray for him desperately at night as she feared something was amiss,

And he would slip away in his mind to find her and steal away for one more kiss,

As his life slipped away he heard music of violins play when a vision of her came,

Was it a vision he saw for it was she the princess he had asked to take his name,

His father the King and his mother did what was necessary to secure release,

Agreeing to do as necessary and ordering that the captivity of a spy would cease,

So frail upon his return they thought his torture may remain within his mind,

His treatment upon the rack questioned his ability to walk and his sanity to find,

Months of treatment by the medieval doctors as well as wizards and priest prayers,

Brought little hope until one day he cried and announced let me be, my heart despairs,

So distraught he was as he fought tears of loneliness, despair, and emotions unknown,

He wept for she of hazel eyes and long flowing hair, the only love he had known,

Word came that she had sought his release and had been praying for his return,

The prince was encouraged, he so needed but a chance that her love he might earn,

When recovery seemed sure, an infection set in and our prince fell within his mind,

He had suffered so long it seems the energy to recover was impossible to find,

He awoke into a world of rose gardens with trees of perfection all around,

The gold pathways were wide and true and he soon heard a heavenly sound,

Laced within violins and harps in play he heard the hazel eyed girl’s voice,

“What are you doing here young prince,” his reply to her was he had no choice,

My Prince of Chill, what is it you seek in this land you have run away to,

I’ve heard her voice nearby, it is her no doubt, but she sounds similar of you,

He crumbles within as he feels her touch upon his skin and her kiss on his face,

Return to me I beg, my prince, when suddenly he woke looking about the place,

Soon young prince regained mind and strength that he may return home,

Wonderment filled his head as he thought of hearing her when he was alone,

The land of his father had near forgotten the prince as he returned unknown,

From nowhere came the princess of two years past and her happiness was shown,

To be the king of chill was his right although he never saw himself as a leader,

Her steed came to rest near the prince and his heart awakened to forever need her,

Tears filled his heart but his eyes didn’t betray him as they both asked about a letter,

To see her beautiful face was a dream fulfilled only a kiss could have been better,

What are you doing here, young prince, don’t you realize that you have a choice,

My Prince of Chill, what is it you sought in the land you ran away to, your voice?

With those words she spoke, young prince remembered them from his mind’s fall,

I must leave once more, my princess, for I fear I must answer one final call,

Will you return to me once more, young prince, that I may again be in your hold,

He packed the bags and all belongings and vacated the castle as he had been told,

Her last word of “Promise” played in his mind, her word of fear rang in his head,

And once again he rode away, when he would rather remain with her instead,

Time dragged on yet young prince did return with new chariot and gold in hand,

It seems while gone he realized his father’s departure left no king of this land,

Chill had no king yet our prince’s main desire was to have the princess in his life,

Again, she found the prince but this time she boldly said, “prince make me your wife,”

Soon at last, a celebration of love rang out across the land of the prince’s marriage,

Together they went to celebrate their honeymoon and left in a handcrafted carriage,

The rules of the land stated that when the prince took a mate he became the king,

He had endured so much to be with the girl he loved, he was at last, the…

Chillking.

The end, by Pat for Patti. I love you my angel.

Upon our porch swing one beautiful night with moonlight and stars aglow,

White moonflower filled the air with aroma while moonbeams made it glow,

It was eighteen years ago I made a discovery of you I had not known before,

As we cuddled in the breeze you commented about the flowers you adore,

A red rose had come in bloom and was parting its petals for all to see,

Somehow I was struck by the moment when a similarity of love came to me,

Although it was under moonbeams and stardust, her rapture was apparent,

Perhaps it was affection given the rose of red that she blossomed till spent,

I do believe even a heart of stone must feel something when roses bloom,

Even more so for a rose of red with petals so divine it carries aroma to a room,

You are the rose of red, my angel, with eyes of hazel to compliment the red,

Red lips, moonbeams, aroma of Rose and moonflower saturated my head,

Truly, I felt faint within my manhood and I was so affected that night by you,

I had needed you forever it seems, but that night I discovered more you do,

Your eyes seemed to set stardust aglow with magical violin music in play,

We held our embrace after our moonlight dance and both wanted to stay,

Magic! So much magic filled the air that night and we made love right there,

Red rose magic created that moment and I recall love’s energy in the air,

From that night I grew roses for you of every color, fragrance, and hue,

And how I grew roses, do you remember the two thousand roses I grew,

I delight in your smile and I study each twinkle your angel eyes create,

Growing roses for you brought smiles from heaven as I neared the gate,

Soon the abundance came and each day I was privileged to be the man,

The delivery man, bringing roses for you but most of all grown by my hand,

This is so true my sweet angel the room was set aglow by your essence,

Your smile so perfect and twinkling eyes wide with awe and I in presence,

As we’d leave your office that I could take you to lunch, I felt to be more,

It was I that grew the vases of roses that brought your eyes to adore,

That your friends were in awe that so many roses of color were there,

Even more they were astounded by my devotion to the angel of long hair,

And that made me feel good, for a moment I was that man you so deserve,

Soon I hope we will dance in our new garden of roses if I have the nerve,

That I may have that dance, it takes courage for me as if I was still a teen,

Is it memories of a time way back or can it be much simpler that I mean,

Yet I feel this as I anticipate your hold, I know your breast will press to me,

All of this began by a rose thus I grew roses to bring a smile that I may see,

I anticipate a dance with rose petals of colors spread upon the dance floor,

Perhaps a renewal of vows in our home, once a church and we made it more,

Our special home where I pray we remain to grow roses of color for you,

Roses will abundantly grow and I will again deliver to you a bouquet or two,

Then again in a future bright a renewal of vows after we are given twenty more,

An elderly man will pull you tight to gaze into your eyes and say, “you I adore,”

With you in my arms I will cross into the threshold of time and he will be no more,

Whispering to you, “I’m so sorry, my angel, it seems I left my love on the dance floor.”

The end, by Pat

Don’t cry my angel but read the line of twenty years more, what a blessing that would be.

I love you my sweet little hazel eyed angel. 

Each day as I talk to you there are so may topics I wish to explore,

Your cuteness of discovery is so wonderful, it’s something else I adore,

As we search for materials for our new home I actually become excited,

It’s more time spent with you and sharing more of the love we ignited,

This isn’t a love poem of need or want but to express even more,

There is more to you than physical contact, there’s little things I adore,

Your cute giggle to express contentment and another to say yes,

We have known each other so long that it is no longer a guess,

I look into your eyes as another cabinet style is shown to compare,

If there is a time I can’t read your eyes I must say it is very rare,

When we find something we both agree on I hear “How I love you”

Some may question how it’s said but I know well, it’s not “how do?”

The end, by Pat.

You’re so cute in everything you do, I’ve made everyone sick for

over fifty years babbling on all about you.

The longest time periods in my life are when I can’t make love to you,

To some I sound a man obsessed unable to exist with nothing else to do,

I am busy, so very busy, unknown to most, running a company we own,

But with a vacant minute I look for you as it is time my love is shown,

Your age has brought no barrier to light other than you’re more beautiful now,

Thus, I must take time to absorb each beauty line I’ve caused somehow,

If not for me you are ageless for it is I that has worried your little heart,

Try as I may to remain in good health, rust sadly continues to fall apart,

When one loves another deeply time is lost in their presence quite often,

With you my hazel eyed beauty I appreciate that time makes you soften,

No words are found to describe how quickly your touch brings desire,

A kiss on my check for the millionth time can be the kiss to ignite a fire,

To make love to you is a desirous taking I accept full and ready to please,

I place it upon myself to please you to levels of ecstasy before I can ease,

An hour of love making is nearly too short to attain the levels we know,

It’s kept us healthy in one regard as we never allow our heartbeat to slow,

But it’s more than that, so many have no way to understand the reason,

It’s the desire to be one and whole, within your essence without illusion,

Your eyes or sigh alludes a want easily read by a man that knows you so,

The fact that I am that man is a trophy for my id although only I will know,

A surgery soon will slow me down as they operate on that needed part,

Remember my adorable angel although I can’t make love, you own my heart,

I will please you at night or anytime if allowed or upon your sweet request,

I will love you forever and prove my love by satisfying you at your behest.

The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you baby, good morning!

Is it possible my love has passed the threshold of any love known before,

Shot beyond known boundaries so quickly there was no time to explore,

I feel the extreme, I feel it reach hard from my heart as it bursts forth,

At last I’m an explorer of the unknown as I touch both south and north,

Waves of energy burst from my chest as rivers of my love flow towards you,

So rare and unknown a frequency, it’s named of rare and unknown Isle Ewe,

From the west of Scotland was a small island occupied by the Napier clan,

It’s a rare love frequency made from Lady Napier heat and me, your man,

When frequencies collide either a new wave is born or it’s no longer much,

I must radiate my love when you are near, only your pure form can do such,

Is it possible my frequencies of pure love can penetrate our earth through,

Questions I’ve pondered as my love burst forth, especially made for you,

Yet, I realize such extreme of love requires senders and receiver, too,

Let the world know now, it’s reciprocal, I too receive great love from you,

If I could just absorb every particle and frequency emitted by your essence,

I’d be that oscillating unseen mass as I absorbed each wave in your presence,

To soon shoot off like a love projectile, weightless against gravity and force,

Of only you my sweet hazel eyed beauty with blue surround and rust of course,

I cherish a glance or to be entranced, I even hope to be absorbed into your being,

With each tender kiss of angel lips, I know it’s the eyes of an angel I’m seeing.

My angel.

The end,

By Pat for Patti.  May 30, 2015 @ 3:45 AM, love’s flame is ever burning,

And it burns to exceed the night before, my heart ever yearning, wanting you more.

I love you so much my beautiful little girl. It’s hard to stop writing how much I love you.

Pat