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Photograph of an Angel<\/span><\/h1>\n

CONTENTS<\/u><\/span><\/p>\n

Chosen Love<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Your Love Has More Value Known to Man<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Floating Above<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Auctioneer Sing Loud (Is My Imagination at Play)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Stardust, Moonbeams, & Gold Dust<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Wisest of Men<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Destination at My Side<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Skipping Stones (Sweet Texas Rain)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

I Look Along This Avenue<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Every Time I Look at You<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

1969 Misplaced Angel, Please Come<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

The Kiss Goodbye<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Be Kind if She Sees Me Young<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

1969 Patti’s Rescue<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

1969 I Can’t Bring You Spices<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Predestined to Love Only You<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Old “Because” (The Sculpted Angel)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

The Medic New (Aug 1969)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

A Photograph From Heaven<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Paper Roses (The Walk I Took)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

As Your Guardian I Serve<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

When Teardrops Fall From Angel\u2019s Eyes (8\/1968)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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Chosen Love<\/span><\/h2>\n

Patti, my chosen love, I will love you until eternity reaches the end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Forever you will be the angel that delivers the kiss to make me mend,<\/span><\/p>\n

As sunrise kisses darkness goodbye in a never-ending kiss of farewell,<\/span><\/p>\n

Darkness engulfs light that diamonds in space may reveal for a spell,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The clarity of light will fade as quickly as darkness engulfed the light,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a never-ending serenade of moonlight bringing love into the night,<\/span><\/p>\n

With you in my arms I embrace each moment with clarity of heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me see and share each ray of light with you until sunbeams part,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Once in the presence of many, a lingering kiss was shared by two alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Two souls became united in love’s surround to form a bond that was unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

We are but a twinkle in The Maker’s eye, the smallest of particles to be seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet within us two there is the vastness of love beyond anything foreseen,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

From a tender touch upon my face the world became open for me to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

That moment brought the courage of heart to fight for you if needed tirelessly,<\/span><\/p>\n

To return to your hold that another momentary touch may enlighten me again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Only you of dark hair and sparkling eyes of hazel brought life from within,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But from a touch comes the magic of influence that lights the mind in brilliance,<\/span><\/p>\n

A mere touch is enough to influence my soul that I shall follow you as guidance,<\/span><\/p>\n

Like gold dust settling to the creek bed my many thoughts rest there to be seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories taken of you as snapshots of time become treasures of seeker’s glean,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I conserve my energy that each spare moment be fully given, spare none,<\/span><\/p>\n

You represent my sacrifices and my willingness to compromise for only one,<\/span><\/p>\n

When your essence wafts through the night I have trembled in anticipation,<\/span><\/p>\n

How you can fill the night air as if you are air is far beyond my comprehension,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I begin with you and end with you for without you there is no reason to be known,<\/span><\/p>\n

Music becomes a gift heaven sent when in your presence, time has shown,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each line of every love poem I’ve written surrounds you in some meaningful way,<\/span><\/p>\n

Though unseen by others, when dissected the words reflect my love each day,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The bright light threshold that is unbearable to the eyes is seen by the soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

Safe passage into God’s heaven and eternity with you is my long sought goal,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time will then cease its speeding passage across oceans and earth’s boundaries,<\/span><\/p>\n

Forever to be interlaced in you as shown by my temporary entry into the eternities,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To walk the golden pathway of life’s eternal garden of paradise holding your hand,<\/span><\/p>\n

So simple a wish in its holding of hands yet so difficult to achieve entry to the land,<\/span><\/p>\n

Said of silver and gold in this land of bounty that statutes and pathways are made,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve never had need for such as my need has more worth than any man has paid,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your love has more value known to man as I have experienced your lips on mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

A “kiss” moment when time seems to halt and make an impression in time’s line,<\/span><\/p>\n

My thoughts in a moment raced through my every desire for you and my need,<\/span><\/p>\n

A beginning so paramount in my existence that I gave pause to concede,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gold’s value faded to dust as did other thoughts of riches in my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a moment each beat of my heart carried treasures of love instead,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thirty-six million gallons of love have exited my heart to always return,<\/span><\/p>\n

What man gives of the heart will return, the truest love is love we earn.<\/span><\/p>\n

You are the treasure beyond gold’s worth; you are my reason to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, I love you. By Pat<\/span>
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Your Love Has More Value Known to Man<\/span><\/h2>\n

Your love has more value known to man as I have experienced your lips on mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

A “kiss” moment when time seems to halt and make an impression in time’s line,<\/span><\/p>\n

My thoughts in a moment raced through my every desire for you and my need,<\/span><\/p>\n

A beginning so paramount in my existence that I gave pause to concede,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gold’s value faded to dust as did other thoughts of riches in my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a moment each beat of my heart carried treasures of love instead,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thirty-six million gallons of love have exited my heart to return,<\/span><\/p>\n

What man gives of the heart will return as the love we earn,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To the ends of the earth I have been while carrying this treasure within,<\/span><\/p>\n

Carrying such extreme within while enduring war’s ravage was so foreign,<\/span><\/p>\n

As quickly as I was drafted away time safely yielded me to your waiting arms,<\/span><\/p>\n

To know someone so well yet they remain unknown is part of your charms,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the darkness of war you brought light that I might see hope for an end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ever increasing my dependence upon the need of your love that I may mend,<\/span><\/p>\n

Together we have left footprints along the lonely shores of distant lonely blues,<\/span><\/p>\n

Though I have suffered through life with pain you too have paid for me hard dues,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Together we have danced through sadness and joy into the wonderment of life,<\/span><\/p>\n

Long ago you asked me to dance forever in your arms and accepted being my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a masquerade of love we became whatever the other needed us to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

Under dark of diamonds in the sky or full moon above we danced tenderly,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In a waltz across the span of space, grains of passing time fell beneath our feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

As time places lines of experience upon my face the age makes your beauty complete,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thirty years I’ve endured extreme pain of physical ailments unknown to most every day,<\/span><\/p>\n

A love story must be told for anyone to understand how such love came into play,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Once in the presence of many, a lingering kiss was shared by two alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Two souls became united in loves surround into a bond that was unknown,”<\/span><\/p>\n

Two lines written by me expressing our first kiss as others watched in awe,<\/span><\/p>\n

A surprise for both that came to be the desired moment our dreams foresaw,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sweet sixteen and I, a hard-trained twenty with a hundred years of military expertise,<\/span><\/p>\n

So young you were, yet an angel of one hundred percent woman wanting to please,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ten days later I must leave the girl I’d met three years earlier and fell in love,<\/span><\/p>\n

I impatiently waited those three years as if I was imprisoned by our Lord above,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then my moment came with that first kiss and approval to date at last,<\/span><\/p>\n

Those days of ten became short-lived although my heart filled with love fast,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time expired as my shore leave was gone and I had to return to the reality of life,<\/span><\/p>\n

With a heavy heart I kissed you goodbye and nurtured dreams you’d be my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For over a year I carried your picture and did horrible deeds I’ve hid in my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each night I kissed the photograph that is the only true treasure to be called mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

With the heavens above to comfort me I watched as the night diamonds danced,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pulling her close against my chest in a special shirt pocket I had enhanced,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Horrible things came to be and I paid the price of a three month hospital stay,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be honorably discharged into the path of American protesters to my dismay,<\/span><\/p>\n

Within a year we walked the path of marriage vows to be together forevermore,<\/span><\/p>\n

But, because of love I paid the price of extreme loneliness I’d never felt before,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For you I will pay any price, four times I have returned through the tunnel to earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Praying to God that I may return to she of my destiny since my humble birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Where the blood flows so goes the flow of love I carry within every living cell,<\/span><\/p>\n

And for you I will drain every ounce if said your survival is so, then let the axe fell,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am a spellbound boy that has aged beyond my expectancy of those that know,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sunlight removed the darkness when I was awakened to love’s wonderful glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

In but a moment I flew through the heavens to experience clarity of heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

From her kiss a man escaped the cocoon of childhood and my life got its start,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Without the hardships and despair I would not know the value of my hearts gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many wonderful things have quickly transpired because of the angel I hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Forever you will be the angel that willingly I will give my life if needed to defend,<\/span><\/p>\n

Patti, my chosen love, it’s oh so true, I will love you until eternity reaches the end,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Have I said enough or have I said too much in my expression of love to you?<\/span><\/p>\n

My greatest accomplishment came long ago when you took the King name too,<\/span><\/p>\n

“Here lies Patricia Napier King’s husband,” is all that needs to be said of me,<\/span><\/p>\n

With that honor and my treasured picture in my hold I can pass on happily.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat<\/span>
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Floating Above<\/span><\/h2>\n

Floating above a star I looked across the universe to share the view,<\/span><\/p>\n

I reached for my darling of so many years and cried as I couldn’t find you,<\/span><\/p>\n

A tear drop fell so large it smothered the star below to burn nevermore,<\/span><\/p>\n

The excitement of the moment became heartbreak I’d never felt before,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As fear engulfed my soul my heart struggled to push blood through,<\/span><\/p>\n

It paused and skipped beats struggling to keep beating without you,<\/span><\/p>\n

The air that nurtured my body became stale and so hard to pull in,<\/span><\/p>\n

In but a moment in time a year passed to find me frightfully thin,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I fell from the star and stumbled through the debris field of lost love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our pathway once made of gold was tarnished from pollution above,<\/span><\/p>\n

The fantasy and real world I had grown to love had ceased to exist,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our shared laughter no longer heard made death’s pull hard to resist,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes, some of our world was fantasy but it was our fantasy we shared,<\/span><\/p>\n

Desperate loneliness I once endured is nothing to this, if compared,<\/span><\/p>\n

With no will to walk alone, the paths became overrun by lost hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I waste away I hear your voice telling me to find a way to cope,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How can she know me so well as to reach me from eternity’s domain?<\/span><\/p>\n

Fifty years ago I heard a whispered voice through war’s hell so plain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Did you actually reach out to me or was it my desire for you I heard?<\/span><\/p>\n

As I gather my wits I remember a promise to you and recite every word,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“To the ends of eternity I will search for you until I find you or expire,”<\/span><\/p>\n

I see rivers of stars reaching so far into time I fear the danger’s so dire,<\/span><\/p>\n

As fire of exploding stars and galaxies sear my flesh I think of only you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Some call it insanity but I call it a dream world shared by we two,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On a vessel named “Love” forged of faith, hope, and will, I set sail,<\/span><\/p>\n

My beating heart propelled this vessel of love, though aged and frail,<\/span><\/p>\n

As rigors of the unknown battered my being I thought of you all the while,<\/span><\/p>\n

From deep within my being a photograph appeared bearing your smile,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Desperately I kissed the only piece of gold and lifetime treasure I knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

Though copies had been made this was my original picture of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Blood and waste still marks the treasure as mine if challenged to own,<\/span><\/p>\n

No one can understand the value of this photo of the only love I’ve known,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Encouraged by the image of you I set forth once again into the blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

Something has changed, I realize, as the black of space fades from view,<\/span><\/p>\n

Wishing I had paid more attention, did the sign say “The End of Eternity,”<\/span><\/p>\n

What strange place is this, as I was suddenly standing beneath a tree,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A river nearby seems to play melodies of dance and I see a midnight moon,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the bright of day I feel the night air as I wonder how it can happen at noon,<\/span><\/p>\n

Butterflies of gold and red flutter about as do red hummingbirds with blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

I see roses of red and every color as well, plus roses with a bright blue hue,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Realizing these are things you’d love to see and you most likely are here,<\/span><\/p>\n

As my heart struggled to beat I knew I was passing on with you so near,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the distance I hear Albert Cummings sing “Last Dance” and an angel sing,<\/span><\/p>\n

My fading eyes struggled to see as darkness came I saw your wedding ring,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So near yet so far away as I pulled your photo to my struggling chest,<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew if found in this position that you’d know I had done my very best,<\/span><\/p>\n

I spent an eternity without you for a minute one day and it broke my heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

If only I had found you because somehow I felt we would never part,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You were always in my heart, so in reality we were never apart in time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Love at first sight was real for me and proudly I let you call me “mine,”<\/span><\/p>\n

Pain is fading for the first time in fifty years as rain drops kiss my face,<\/span><\/p>\n

With the water droplets comes a sense of well-being within this place,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I view my life with images of mostly you I give thanks for loving you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Night comes and my weary head can endure no more as heaven comes in view,<\/span><\/p>\n

“Don’t be afraid,” I hear you say so tenderly with a sweet whisper only you own,<\/span><\/p>\n

Safe passage has come as I awaken to the only love I have ever known.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat. For Patti.<\/span>
\nI love you baby, that really scared me.<\/span>
\n<\/a>
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Auctioneer Sing Loud (Is My Imagination at Play)<\/span><\/h2>\n

Is my imagination at play or have we aged in a few short years?<\/span><\/p>\n

It seems just a few years ago when I gave up smoking and beers,<\/span><\/p>\n

Will things just gradually fade into an unknown place I don’t know?<\/span><\/p>\n

In my imagination so many things seemed possible to soon be so,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now time has damaged my face by gravities urge to pull down,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time’s ravages seems to belch dark smoke all over my home town,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s been so long since I knew the man I use to be so very long ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

Do you still know me or am I a part of the man you used to know?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’ve become a broken and twisted structure of pain’s pillage,<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon I may become the tortured old man known in each village,<\/span><\/p>\n

Turns and twists down life’s challenging road have done its due,<\/span><\/p>\n

I swear if not for true love I’d give anything to halt this and renew,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Everything I own means nothing to me if she is not mine to hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have hidden away my only life treasure; it is my only true piece of gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

No value will be placed on a photograph when the auction comes through,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s covered and stained with endurance, blood and pains I called my due,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Those two years of abstinence were a creation of cruelty’s master,<\/span><\/p>\n

I came so close to heaven’s door then had to march away to disaster,<\/span><\/p>\n

The engine drone brought tears of rejoice as in a stretcher I laid,<\/span><\/p>\n

In just a few weeks of torture every due I owed in life had been paid,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The thunder came down with every ounce of pain a man could endure,<\/span><\/p>\n

For a half century I survived more pain than other men could, I’m sure,<\/span><\/p>\n

For her and only her would a man do so, it was dues to live my life,<\/span><\/p>\n

Be kind to that old photograph; you see, sir, it’s a picture of my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Auctioneer sing loud, I beg, that photograph was to be placed in my hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

It may be just an old image of a beautiful girl but it was my lifetime of gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let the sunbeams shining through rest upon the image for a moment or two,<\/span><\/p>\n

I just know an angel will appear to help the beaten and assist them through,<\/span><\/p>\n

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How you heard my plea I’ll never know but the beam shone down,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a moment or two there was so much brilliance and light around,<\/span><\/p>\n

Before my eyes she stood once more so sweet to guide me through,<\/span><\/p>\n

Patti, is that you? I’ve been so long at purgatories gate, I still love you.<\/span>
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Stardust, Moonbeams, & Gold Dust<\/span><\/h2>\n

Stardust, moonbeams, and gold dust from butterfly’s wings in flight above,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bound within my imagination’s chains awaiting escape into my heart for love,<\/span><\/p>\n

A tiny finger seen through blinded eyes gave twinkle of a future ring to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

But to hold that jeweled finger near my heart rather than stained photo of she,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Fear perched upon insecurity’s lip, left room for little more than air to inhale,<\/span><\/p>\n

Blood lost to a fluttering heart left weakness to stand with skin ashen and pale,<\/span><\/p>\n

But for an imagination capable of blending memories with her imagined hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

The east wind would have left me there beside a bloodied river alone and cold,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Did true love know me well or did my creative mind create the will to carry on,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let moonbeams near, I ask, and place starlight upon her face before night is gone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Though warmth of her touch passed long ago, a tightly held photo may help some,<\/span><\/p>\n

Warmth I’ve imagined at times came from salt laced teardrops I taste in my gum,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Temptation of desperation is well-known in the darkness of jungles when far away,<\/span><\/p>\n

The saddest thing a warrior knows comes not from death but a letter in the day,<\/span><\/p>\n

More men died from love in that war than of friendly fire many of our men can attest,<\/span><\/p>\n

I survived the nights because of soft words imagined or heard when I couldn’t rest,<\/span><\/p>\n

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In moments of weakness Angels were heard to flutter about and bullets felled,<\/span><\/p>\n

Magic would happen and hope was found but only when her photo was held,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have no doubt I felt for sure a powder of moon dust upon my forehead one night,<\/span><\/p>\n

As tears fell during that three hundredth night I know I saw her in the moonlight,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She is the miracle and every miracle I have known, be it stardust or extended life,<\/span><\/p>\n

From her comes a magic unknown and gifted to me when she became my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Galaxies beyond our own may have beautiful creatures but non such as our own,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is her I adore, my personal treasure, how could such a woman, remain unknown?<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat. For Patti, I love you.<\/span>
\n<\/a>
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Wisest of Men<\/span><\/h2>\n

The wisest of men have tried to understand love and emotion,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have accepted love at first sight as real as I have no option,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sand from the eternal time clock never ceases to fall in flow,<\/span><\/p>\n

As the sand that falls each granule of my love continues to grow,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

An eternally growing mountain of love granules for your kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have known the greatest pleasure on earth and the loneliest miss,<\/span><\/p>\n

From one kiss I have known the sweetest pleasure given man,<\/span><\/p>\n

Because of it I have endured the loneliest year in time a man can,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am I insane to continue loving you after no word in over a year,<\/span><\/p>\n

Kissing your picture every day during the absence and to keep it near,<\/span><\/p>\n

I fell in love with you two years prior but validation came from that kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

As a cygnet becomes a beautiful swan so grew a beautiful love from this,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They said I was crazy to have given my heart to unproven love,<\/span><\/p>\n

How little they knew in understanding it came from heaven above,<\/span><\/p>\n

Prayers to God for a love true to the love dreams given me by Him,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dreams of you generate feelings so real proving it not love on a whim,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Salvation of mind came from a spiritual vision given me of her,<\/span><\/p>\n

An angelic image so wonderful and real giving me strength to suffer,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her presence stayed and was felt unknown to others but by me,<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is entwined in the magical heart it’s something we can’t see,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The beauty of the world enhanced by her beautiful view of it all,<\/span><\/p>\n

There is one title in life that I wish to be bestowed on me at my final call,<\/span><\/p>\n

The granite stone given me will say it so true for the world to know,<\/span><\/p>\n

“Here lies Patricia King’s husband” the honor my tombstone should show.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Destination at My Side<\/span><\/h2>\n

My time destination has been at my side for oh so very long,<\/span><\/p>\n

With each beat of my heart and each second in time love is so strong,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve tried and praised God upon bended knee to give glory ‘n’ praise,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each day that has passed I have given thanks for the best of days,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tears may come and tears may fall with each thought of how loving her began,<\/span><\/p>\n

So much time so far from her arms and crawling in the mud of Vietnam,<\/span><\/p>\n

She on my mind and in my heart I had no doubt where I would end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Without her love I’d never find a way for my battered frame to mend,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I have left so many yesterdays of pain as a good memory of loving her,<\/span><\/p>\n

With each pain a wave of her kisses and love have made healing stir,<\/span><\/p>\n

Increased blood has been known to heal and each kiss makes it so,<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was down so long ago the traces of her picture seemed to glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The hands of time don’t seem to slow when misery is deep inside,<\/span><\/p>\n

Golden flakes of love have fallen in my mind and helped turn the tide,<\/span><\/p>\n

Scars of shackles remain around mended ankles tattooed from the rust,<\/span><\/p>\n

Deep inside I knew she prayed for me, deep in my heart in her I trust,<\/span><\/p>\n

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When life was so dear and death seemed to be oh so very near,<\/span><\/p>\n

In her arms I’d lay with her in my mind and I cried a dehydrated tear,<\/span><\/p>\n

Concrete floors and hardened hearts tried to remove her from me,<\/span><\/p>\n

She had captured my heart long before they, that’s how it would be,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The hourglass of life filled with moments in time flowed with her love for me,<\/span><\/p>\n

As the hospital airship banked hard I cried to be home in my land of liberty,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart beat hard and proud to think I would soon be in her sweet arms,<\/span><\/p>\n

I remembered the kiss goodbye just after I had succumbed to her charms,<\/span><\/p>\n

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No one to blame, no reasons to look back at the bad breaks I’ve had,<\/span><\/p>\n

I want loved ones to celebrate my life when I depart; there’s no reason to be sad,<\/span><\/p>\n

No man could have more blessings than me except for the damned hands of time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each day of loving her from the first to the last I felt I was in my prime,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bless my heart and bless my soul for I have more blessings than I deserve,<\/span><\/p>\n

I could have had more time with her if when young I had enough nerve,<\/span><\/p>\n

You can’t turn back the hands of time but realization can make the last best,<\/span><\/p>\n

Looking through the windowpane of my life there was never time to rest,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Too much fun and too many good times to worry about being in pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yea, I have had my share of hard times but I’d take a hundred more the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

Times aren’t hard and times aren’t sad as long as I realize what I’ve got,<\/span><\/p>\n

For so very long I have spent every night with the young beauty I sought,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Blessings come in many ways as she came to me last night I looked in awe,<\/span><\/p>\n

So young in age and enough warmth of heart to make winter thaw,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes can capture the sunset or bring the green of Ireland in view,<\/span><\/p>\n

To turn back the hands of time and spend more time there’s nothing I won’t do,<\/span><\/p>\n

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To dance in her arms seems to place me at heaven’s door each time we do,<\/span><\/p>\n

I close my eyes and slip away and lose a decade and a year or two,<\/span><\/p>\n

There’s no pain and no illness endured that could stop me wanting more,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yesterday is another great memory; I don’t remember much pain anymore,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The hands of time must go on each day so stronger love comes my way,<\/span><\/p>\n

With every passing day a better day of loving her comes into play,<\/span><\/p>\n

We walked hand in hand down the aisle and then down the sands of time,<\/span><\/p>\n

We will continue to walk hand in hand until time is no longer mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti<\/span>
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Skipping Stones (Sweet Texas Rain)<\/span><\/h2>\n

The sweet Texas rain covers my skin enveloping my being,<\/span><\/p>\n

Much the same as your love that I’ve been blessed to be receiving,<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun awakens from its sleep to bring warmth to my skin<\/span><\/p>\n

You do the same each morning warming my heart so I can begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

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You are the world that my existence is within I’m happy to say,<\/span><\/p>\n

The distant mountains of beauty remind me of you each day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything of beauty brings thoughts of seeing you near,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remembering our treks into the freshness is still very clear,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Skipping stones on water just to show you what I could do,<\/span><\/p>\n

Funny how the little boy comes out with need to show off for you,<\/span><\/p>\n

More adult kisses send the little boy scampering in and away,<\/span><\/p>\n

The adult side of me comes into view because of the things I say,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The awareness of loving you so much came when I was confined,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s funny isn’t it how we pray for help fearing God is blind?<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet, He is there to help us no matter how far we strayed away,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is with this belief that we will see Him in heaven one day,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The three month recovery from the enemy’s abuse was through you,<\/span><\/p>\n

If not for you and Him I doubt I would have made it through,<\/span><\/p>\n

Cleanse my skin, sweet Texas rain; take the hurtful memories away,<\/span><\/p>\n

Open my heart that I may forgive and love those men one day,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Each day is a struggle as I pray for clarity of heart and soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be able to speak openly about it without tears is my goal,<\/span><\/p>\n

Next to me through it all was the angel of my dreams and hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve loved her since I was eighteen, stupid and smoking dope,<\/span><\/p>\n

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How many military lives are lost in the gutters of America? I ask,<\/span><\/p>\n

They are not counted in the death tolls of war, though part of the task,<\/span><\/p>\n

Reach to him I beg as he is Christ’s brother shouldn’t you do so,<\/span><\/p>\n

I am so blessed she was there for me or truly there I would go,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Throw that stone at the glass house if you think you’re pure,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lay with him in this gutter of his dreams and you will no longer be sure,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hear his heart break each day because of the Dear John he got,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sadly that was a tale that most servicemen heard a lot,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The angels of heaven wait to escort his sad soul home,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be seated next to The Lord will bring him the love he hasn’t known,<\/span><\/p>\n

No longer tragic of heart and mind he will blossom like a new rose,<\/span><\/p>\n

God will deliver him peace from the protester’s animosity that shows,<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the mirror the reflection of a young man he hasn’t seen in so long,<\/span><\/p>\n

Prior to war’s insemination of painful memories he was strong,<\/span><\/p>\n

His bent frame shaped to reside within concrete gutters is straight,<\/span><\/p>\n

His strength and youth returned as he came through heaven’s gate,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The loves lost await his entry as well as the saints departed,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sins are forgiven as well as guilt for the war things he started,<\/span><\/p>\n

The suffering of a great Man opened the kingdom that we may enter,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet we are so weak we cry at the pain from the crosses splinter,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Things she did for me long ago brought me home alive to her,<\/span><\/p>\n

For the early discharge I am grateful and was willing to suffer,<\/span><\/p>\n

Prayers and her love brought me peace when hell was everywhere,<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember through a hallucination from abuse, she was there,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am I in His Kingdom now because of the angel next to me?<\/span><\/p>\n

Or in another place where suffering still exists called purgatory,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be at her side let the suffering remain if that is the price,<\/span><\/p>\n

She is the worth of gold and silver plus my suffering done thrice,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let me skip for her a stone upon a golden pond in Heaven’s yard,<\/span><\/p>\n

Loving her is so easy I must say, she made the suffering not as hard,<\/span><\/p>\n

The greatest gift given me by God on this earth is her love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gratefully for her I kneel to pray in thanks to our Lord above,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Only I have been blessed to know the inner beauty angels share,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her beauty within is more than her outward beauty that make men stare,<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember saying such a lonely goodbye breathing in her hair,<\/span><\/p>\n

I lingered there, praying to return that I may again feel the love there,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He in the gutter of war has not been so blessed as a fortunate one,<\/span><\/p>\n

I am the fortunate one, when given her love I am the only man that won,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yesterday’s horrors are gone, though deeply remembered with pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

So deep in the hearts of warriors the horrors of war sadly remain,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Christmas Eve one night I prayed from the European hospital window,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart so lonely as the next mission was to be a rough one to go,<\/span><\/p>\n

Looking across the snow into a Nativity Scene where Jesus laid,<\/span><\/p>\n

I wondered if I was presented such horror could I make the grade,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Tearfully I gave thanks and prayed to return home to my love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Vietnam passed quickly and I experienced hell from above,<\/span><\/p>\n

Napalm’s death is brutal with no prejudice in who it tortured,<\/span><\/p>\n

My soul and heart carried a fire for her that I kept and nurtured,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Skipping stones along the way thinking somehow she may see,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s so funny the crazy love things that came out of me,<\/span><\/p>\n

Once while escaping the enemy’s chase I thought I needed her kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

So I did, I pulled out the picture I faithfully carried and did just this,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bring the rain as I feel I need to be cleansed as deep as it can flow,<\/span><\/p>\n

Wash out the painful memories of military actions I carry in stow,<\/span><\/p>\n

Give me the nurturing gift of regrowth over memories long ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me give hope to others from our military that have sunk so low,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bless their hearts with hope and love so they can return home,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let them be loved by an angel such as my life has known,<\/span><\/p>\n

I pray so deeply for my brothers of war that they find inner peace,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let them know man’s mercy before their spiritual release,<\/span><\/p>\n

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There are some very good men, though they are so hard to find,<\/span><\/p>\n

Men that truly love others with compassion and are truthfully kind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Return home the protesters as their worth is no longer in need,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let them awaken to the pain given soldiers in their actions and deed,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Forgive all, I pray, as they really felt they did what was best,<\/span><\/p>\n

Forgetting the tenderness of children was once in a warrior’s chest,<\/span><\/p>\n

He was a little boy in your neighbor’s yard needing mom’s attention,<\/span><\/p>\n

On the battlefield he again cries for mama upon his life’s completion,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The bottle I threw long ago into the ocean’s depth with letter inside,<\/span><\/p>\n

A love letter to you with tears blurring the ink because I cried,<\/span><\/p>\n

Will never make home, I’m sure, as it was nearly fifty years ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lay to rest the lonely memory that tracks my heart before I go,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let me lay softly in my angels arms with true peace at last,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is time for all to forgive and let no more stones to be cast,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lay a tender kiss upon my worn face that I may again start,<\/span><\/p>\n

Please place that olive branch close to my battle weary heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Unite in His glory for the sake of the fallen and those that wish they had,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bring open your arms and accept the tired soldiers you treated so bad,<\/span><\/p>\n

I will know the peace of Paradise because of God’s loving gift,<\/span><\/p>\n

Peace came to me in the form of an angel that gave my wings lift.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I Look Along This Avenue<\/span><\/h2>\n

I look along this avenue so many miles from the start,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I struggle still to catch a breath it’s taxing my faulty heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

I tell you, my weeping dear, how much I wish it wasn’t true,<\/span><\/p>\n

Try as I may I can’t stop the hands of time no matter what I do,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Look deep into my worn and sagging eyes and embrace my sad words,<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t want there to be any doubt in my passing before or afterwards,<\/span><\/p>\n

The thought of leaving you behind adds to my pain and it really hurts,<\/span><\/p>\n

Listen closely, drugs to ease the pain allows me clarity only in spurts,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m trying hard to explain to you of all the lives I’ve lived and died,<\/span><\/p>\n

They’ve all been here on earth with you and with each departure I cried,<\/span><\/p>\n

Some have been so transcendental but I felt them all with you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope these things I say to you make some sense and ring true,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My life has filled with so much joy each event seems separate and new,<\/span><\/p>\n

I also believe I’ve live this earth before and with you each time too,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m not afraid to die I fear more to leave and break your little heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

But fear not, my dear, it won’t be that long that we will be apart,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I’ve laid on this bed before, although in another place and time,<\/span><\/p>\n

The departing occurrence is similar and I held your hand in mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember back in ’22 we had a store selling groceries and ice,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I was much older than you but we were married and it was so nice,<\/span><\/p>\n

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As my mind departs and returns I want to share my visions with you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I see my parents, brothers and all the relatives I’ve known too,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yours are there and welcome me, though I fight staying there,<\/span><\/p>\n

What’s here on earth is holding me because I love you so and care,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The pain and illness seems to be leaving me as I float above,<\/span><\/p>\n

I see a flow of energy from my heart to yours that must be love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your little face and big beautiful eyes don’t want to see me go,<\/span><\/p>\n

If I had my way I would stay here forever, this you already know,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I’ve fought so hard to stay with you and I’ll give all that’s left inside,<\/span><\/p>\n

The ring on my finger is the thing in this life that I wore with pride,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hold me tight and bring me near, I want to hear your heart in my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember the last time we made love in this very same bed,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I’m so very glad I lived through everything I did because it was for you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I carried that picture of you through Vietnam and detainment,\u00a0too,<\/span><\/p>\n

Place it in my sock that I may have it where I concealed it then,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s still got blood and dirt on it from the missions way back then,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It helped me survive so very much and carried me home to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Place it again in my sock it has one last trip to help me through,<\/span><\/p>\n

When you read my poems to you know please the words are all true,<\/span><\/p>\n

But none I ever wrote meant more than my final words of “I love you.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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Every Time I Look at You<\/span><\/h2>\n

Every time I look at you I see you as never before,<\/span><\/p>\n

What’s more amazing is that I always want more,<\/span><\/p>\n

Serving you should be my goal each day such as a Queen deserves,<\/span><\/p>\n

A lowly man servant and her highness that he serves,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The spirit of the land and those that aren’t blind should know,<\/span><\/p>\n

A glance at your beauty should awaken them and show,<\/span><\/p>\n

The fairest in the land and she that deserves more,<\/span><\/p>\n

I bow my head in shame for it is I that closed fortune’s door,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Alas, as all is told it is no fairy tale within which we reside,<\/span><\/p>\n

But in reality I still hold blame and in shame I should hide,<\/span><\/p>\n

She deserves so much more than what I brought forth,<\/span><\/p>\n

So deserving of jewels, gold and fortunes to sort,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If only it were medieval times and a dragon I could slay,<\/span><\/p>\n

I could return to her as a hero the following day,<\/span><\/p>\n

All she has from me is a fallen warrior that was unwelcome home,<\/span><\/p>\n

This warrior if deserving to be called such was welcome by no one,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The tragedies of war so inflicted a lifetime of pain on me,<\/span><\/p>\n

That there was no returning hero for her to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

How I wish I had done more for my deserving little Queen,<\/span><\/p>\n

For she is truly the finest this land has ever seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The chorus should now play loud and instruments sound strong,<\/span><\/p>\n

Singers gather round and bring your best vocals to sing along,<\/span><\/p>\n

The spotlights should shine upon her as she comes near,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then when all is right I sing “I love you” for her to hear,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

That’s about all this knight has to bring to her highness,<\/span><\/p>\n

There is one thing more but it’s worth little, it’s my kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

Halfway dead in the battles that I fought,<\/span><\/p>\n

I always carried your picture and your heart I sought.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n1969 Misplaced Angel, Please Come<\/span><\/h2>\n

Misplaced angel, please come to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m battered, bloody and I can’t see,<\/span><\/p>\n

Place your tender lips to my swollen lips,<\/span><\/p>\n

I can handle the pain if you do it in sips,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Softly touch my dislocated fingers and joints,<\/span><\/p>\n

When I see your angelic face my heart anoints,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mend my wounded heart and help me to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

Why so many Americans now hate me,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My little misplaced angel, I cry you don’t forget,<\/span><\/p>\n

The man that loves you so and time wouldn’t let,<\/span><\/p>\n

Love grow to never be torn asunder,<\/span><\/p>\n

I look to heaven at night and I wonder,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Will we be together again or will I not endure,<\/span><\/p>\n

We were meant to be together of this I’m sure,<\/span><\/p>\n

Touch your tender finger where my blood still flows,<\/span><\/p>\n

Wherever I am your picture goes,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Every time I studied your gorgeous being,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a misplaced angel that I was seeing,<\/span><\/p>\n

In this torture chamber I live in a beautiful dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m with you then and to me it really does seem,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m in heaven with a misplaced angel God sent to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

When the dislocation starts anew they don’t see,<\/span><\/p>\n

My misplaced angel at my tortured side,<\/span><\/p>\n

Help me endure and keep my falling pride,<\/span><\/p>\n

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One more time in case I should die,<\/span><\/p>\n

Tenderly kiss my lips and each swollen eye,<\/span><\/p>\n

If passing should happen to come true,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I promise to watch over you,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Such a sexy being with angel wings,<\/span><\/p>\n

Someday I promise you wedding rings,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pray for me tonight and hold me tight,<\/span><\/p>\n

Misplaced angel for you I continue to fight.<\/span><\/p>\n

By Pat. August 1969.<\/span>
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The Kiss Goodbye<\/span><\/h2>\n

The kiss goodbye means more than most have ever known,<\/span><\/p>\n

I experienced the pain of goodbye because of your love shown,<\/span><\/p>\n

I became the only king earth has known for a few short days,<\/span><\/p>\n

For love my heart had grown to accommodate your loving ways,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Today’s sensations I remember feeling for the very first time,<\/span><\/p>\n

As if God had created a sensational emotion that was only mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

It must be how he felt upon viewing his creation of our earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

So much wondrous beauty seen by Him after our planet’s birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Night will follow day as I am certain it is not the other way,<\/span><\/p>\n

God invented night so you and I can have a chance to love and play,<\/span><\/p>\n

The overpowering sensations He generously allowed me to feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

Were given with the ability to know feelings of loving you were real,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Feeling as if I could fly even after kissing you the long kiss goodbye,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gave way to a new sensation of finding out love could make me cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

For three days I felt as if I were ill with some virus that had to be unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

My love for you would soon be tested to such extremes no love has known,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Is it possible your loneliness and desire for me coupled with mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

Are worthy of consideration or comparison to the truest loves in time?<\/span><\/p>\n

Needing you overwhelmed my heart at times to the point of pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes today I wonder if my pain isn’t some that may remain,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Memories of how viewing acres of tulips in full bloom captured my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

After traveling Earth I must say the tulips nor any woman are near the find,<\/span><\/p>\n

So mesmerizing are you that the sensation will last longer than my time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Still mesmerized by your beauty to this day, I am so grateful you’re still mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No man deserves mornings of unequaled joy every day after unequaled day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet each morning angels of heaven surround me with your actions at play,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be encompassed by your essence of sensational delight is so much,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then the kisses of love while your nakedness overwhelms me by touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The notion that emotions and sex aren’t a part of heaven must be wrong,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sex while loving you brings emotions of heavenly delight accompanied by song,<\/span><\/p>\n

Loving you brings sex to heart because of emotional need that love be shown,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our love must shine like a beacon into the voids of the dark unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Uniting as one is only done through sex when love is true and strong,<\/span><\/p>\n

The many that take coupling as coming from couples in love are not wrong,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many stars so far away being viewed by so many so far away from each other,<\/span><\/p>\n

Wondering to myself are you also viewing the night sky, do you too suffer?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My heart would often flutter when thinking of you and I held your picture tight,<\/span><\/p>\n

The flutter I believed came when you thought of me, bringing me scary delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

As crazy as it all sounds I had dates with you in the form of a picture or two,<\/span><\/p>\n

Don’t be jealous, I beg, I can explain two: they were both pictures of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Bless the day I found you sweet angel or I would have failed as a man,<\/span><\/p>\n

You inspired me to be much more man than the man that I really am,<\/span><\/p>\n

A better man came from the mess the military threw away that day,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart and emotions were dark and tarnished till you came into play,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tenderness replaced the hardened skill and ability to kill by knife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Despising others replaced by the desire to ask you to be my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many ills of my soul and character were made healthy by loving you,<\/span><\/p>\n

You and you alone replaced the horrible things I had been through,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Blessings of just touching your tender face with the tips of my fingers,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many things such as holding your waist became one of numerous pleasures,<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, how I love kissing the nape of your neck and enjoying sensations that lingers,<\/span><\/p>\n

Loving you my true sweet angel is my privilege but actually a heavenly treasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

End<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I still struggle in search of words to call attention to my love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet, I know I will find these words when allowed by God above,<\/span><\/p>\n

Shared love is expressed in the act of our love-making,<\/span><\/p>\n

Love giving sounds much better to me than love taking,<\/span><\/p>\n

Of course, seldom is taking heard perhaps from me and you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps it’s because love taking is one act we won’t do,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart I give with all I am to you and only to you alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Also please know that in reality you and your love is my home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Again end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Again, I love you more than rhymes can say. Please kiss me?<\/span><\/p>\n

Pat<\/span>
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Be Kind if She Sees Me Young<\/span><\/h2>\n

My life is easily summed up with a photograph I’ve long held tight,<\/span><\/p>\n

Too often I stand pain just to stand that I hide when an angel’s in sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

May I borrow another day that I may survive to the next borrowed year?<\/span><\/p>\n

There is something I struggle to say although it’s in my mind so clear,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All the words I have within my mind and yet I can’t say what I need,<\/span><\/p>\n

You are the splendor of angels known and the goodness of which I feed,<\/span><\/p>\n

You love hummingbirds in hovering flight and birds of color but mostly blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

So filled with dismay as you listen to songs of singing lovebirds, too,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’ve captured your beauty in my mind year after year for so very long,<\/span><\/p>\n

Whispering words of love in your ear differs from when I wasn’t strong,<\/span><\/p>\n

I still tremble in your arms as I did the first time I kissed your tender lips,<\/span><\/p>\n

Like a teenage boy with new love born I can only perform in short sips,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I savor a last night on the continent filled with kisses and new-found love,<\/span><\/p>\n

So sweet an angel was my long desired love of new she fit me like a glove,<\/span><\/p>\n

A calming comes to my heart when I bring past kisses to be again new,<\/span><\/p>\n

From birds of nature to motherhood I loved you even more as time flew,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your love for roses shines through when a rose of red starts in bloom,<\/span><\/p>\n

Like a red rose excites you, you bring wonderment and beauty to a room,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lips so plush and tender the red must be touched by the Creator’s hand alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

As He stood with miracles in His vest surely He said her beauty must be shown,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For all you are there is a price of due that I gladly pay to be with one men desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

Since I walk the path of brutality’s master I must have once risen The Maker’s ire,<\/span><\/p>\n

Not a toe, joint, muscle or organ has escaped the wrath of my draft board gift,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet, with you at my side I offer for dues plus more for the love that brings me lift,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We have walked pine forests as fireflies danced about and set the night afire,<\/span><\/p>\n

I replay each memory and I remember how just a touch sets my soul on fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time has crept through my home to create a grandfather also grand to exist,<\/span><\/p>\n

The grass grew greener long ago, yet with you beside me I could finally resist,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lover’s dreams and time machines exist hand in hand but time will never slow,<\/span><\/p>\n

Place the wrath of time’s destruction upon my frame to spare the one I love so,<\/span><\/p>\n

Be kind if she sees me young; please don’t think she has lost her mind in the end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Love affects her vision but not her mind; don’t think her stubborn if she won’t bend,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Don’t argue her stubborn heart if about loving me as a younger me, I don’t mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be loved by her in the worst degree is gold compared to a pale love most find,<\/span><\/p>\n

Unconditional love is a gifted love the greatest scholars of intellect can’t explain,<\/span><\/p>\n

When the last dance comes and it will too soon, I’ll even treasure heartbreak’s pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Age brings a realization to heart and mind that young hearts can’t understand,<\/span><\/p>\n

Unless you know intense love, heartbreak can’t be there without love in your hand,<\/span><\/p>\n

The greatest kiss I know is the greatest kiss she has known to forever share,<\/span><\/p>\n

For just a kiss I hold so dear and for this beautiful little angel, I will always be there.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat. For Patti, I love you little girl.<\/span>
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1969 Patti’s Rescue
\n<\/span><\/h2>\n

A beautiful melody came into my heart as an angel came into view,<\/span><\/p>\n

As so many wonderful memories flooded my mind I knew little to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories of a breeze sculpting your gown to your form filled me with elation,<\/span><\/p>\n

With the moonbeams highlighting empty spaces I saw heaven in creation,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The worth of a poor boy bears little value unless the future is seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

I had little of value then, except my chiseled frame and senses so keen,<\/span><\/p>\n

There are so many pieces of art created by men in the last stage of decay,<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew this sculptural work of angelic art would forever be mine someday,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A serenade from heaven\u2019s gate slipped through time\u2019s boundaries for me,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I thought of you for two years more, I feared once I\u2019d no longer see,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gifts from heaven have been so plentiful since I vowed my heart to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Knowing I may never return, my greatest gift to you was what I didn\u2019t do,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I sacrificed the words \u201cI love you\u201d to be concealed until the time was right,<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead I chose to weep in departure\u2019s sadness staying silent into the night,<\/span><\/p>\n

Steady in my course of inflicted heartache I couldn\u2019t burden an angel so,<\/span><\/p>\n

The conflict within my soul to tell you of my love also said never let her go,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Moonlight serenades surrounded my being as songs of love played in my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories of loving you for so long brought proof of the love I\u2019d prayed to find,<\/span><\/p>\n

Raindrops unseen but felt by a breaking heart flowed with falling tears,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ll pray for you, oh, how hard I will pray, if even the time runs into years,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Reality has a harsh way of creating ways for the most feared to become real,<\/span><\/p>\n

The first year with so much lonely pain was more than a young man should feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

I must leave the hollow memories of hardship and stand like an orphan alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

No one to understand my plight or my feelings of wrongdoings to atone,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The soldier\u2019s day of return is no longer holy to anyone other than he,<\/span><\/p>\n

Protesters have become his brother and his neighbors are now the enemy,<\/span><\/p>\n

I must leave this port of departure\u2019s memory and memories of her glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

The highway is now my way as my family meant to welcome me didn\u2019t show,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Santa\u2019s reindeer have passed by the hospital once before and soon again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Will the joys of youth return or have I aged too much to allow happiness to begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her photograph still thrills my heart although my tears fall harder now,<\/span><\/p>\n

I must find a way to lessen the burdens of bloody war from my heart somehow,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My heart hardened so that I could survive the loneliness I had to survive,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her appearance yesterday gives hope that the mystery of love will revive,<\/span><\/p>\n

The glow of heaven\u2019s light surrounded her eyes, as she left I fell to my knees,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a miracle no one saw but me, I guess reality is all the normal mind sees,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Moonbeams glow, diamonds come twinkling from the skies and tears that fell,<\/span><\/p>\n

Kisses upon a bed and those she placed upon my head and words I didn\u2019t tell,<\/span><\/p>\n

An angel sitting next to me bringing the comfort I\u2019ve needed to mend from the past,<\/span><\/p>\n

She is here, at my side, I pray I live forever in this heaven of destiny\u2019s forecast.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, for Patti by Pat,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Written in 1969 the day after a white Falcon appeared over the hill on Coble Drive.<\/span><\/p>\n

The first good thing that happened to me in a year and a half after I had kissed<\/span><\/p>\n

Patti goodbye.\u00a0 Her mother had hidden my letters.<\/span>
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1969 I Can’t Bring You Spices<\/span><\/h2>\n

I can’t bring you spices from the east but I will bring what spice is left in me,<\/span><\/p>\n

The mysteries of the world may remain unknown but I won’t be a mystery,<\/span><\/p>\n

Stones will go unturned but for you I will unearth all I can if you want me to,<\/span><\/p>\n

The mystery of love may be unlocked but your loving me is a mystery, too,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sounds of a wartime drum and bugle drafted me far from you,<\/span><\/p>\n

As my heart beat so hard for you, love became the only beat it knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

Whistle a melody of beautiful tones sweet birds of this warring hell,<\/span><\/p>\n

Harmonic melodies that carry love mate calls are calls for me as well,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I carry love for you; this love carried inside my heart helps me carry on,<\/span><\/p>\n

The greatest fear I carry is that you will find another while I am gone,<\/span><\/p>\n

I fear so much, yes I am afraid most of the time in this torturous strife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Have you any fear for me? Do you ever pray for my endangered life?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In war’s surround the beauty of Mother Nature exists as danger nears,<\/span><\/p>\n

I find your beauty in her nature as Gaia surrounds to comfort my fears,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pray for me I pray, pray I return, for return has no doubt to whom I seek,<\/span><\/p>\n

My thoughts of you become prayers as I pray your love is not fading weak,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m secluded in my duties as I must remain secluded for if seen I die,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet seclusion brings such an emptiness creating the loneliest of cries,<\/span><\/p>\n

Have you seen me in your mind as dreams draw near for eyes to close?<\/span><\/p>\n

I draw you near my heart as I hold your photo dear inside my filthy clothes,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’ve been here once before unknown to you and I’m made to return,<\/span><\/p>\n

Once I was known by you and upon my return your love I hope to earn,<\/span><\/p>\n

As the moon floats across the canyons and valleys of this place I’m in,<\/span><\/p>\n

I think the moon has floated across the Texas plains where you’ve been,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As the wind whispers your name, I’ve whispered your name in return,<\/span><\/p>\n

Have you heard your name carried upon the winds causing concern?<\/span><\/p>\n

I have a rising need that grows as I view the image of your pretty face,<\/span><\/p>\n

The rising Texas plain coming into view is my image of a heavenly place,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Morning brings new hope and a yesterday I have survived once again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yesterday’s never see new mornings so yesterday’s hope didn’t begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

My minds a clutter with the desperation of others to be left behind,<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel it’s possible as I depart that within the discards is a part of my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m so sad for those to remain as my journey had a short beginning to end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Theirs contained more middle in time than I have endurance to spend,<\/span><\/p>\n

So much sadness I feel as goodbye takes me to the place I knew before,<\/span><\/p>\n

There seems to be no joy if those you leave must return to death and war,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I can see for miles and miles, yet the see I need is far across the earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Miles and miles of sea I see with no need to see unless state of my birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

The miss within my heart is amiss your kiss but there is so much I miss,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heartbeat misses your lips to create the skip created by your kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love’s story must listen clear to hear the story of my survival by love,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s a love story from story books of love sent from heaven above,<\/span><\/p>\n

An angel in love with a sailor in combat is a love story needing told,<\/span><\/p>\n

Heaven will begin when the story of my love ends in my angel’s hold.<\/span><\/p>\n

By Pat, 1969. For Patti.<\/span>
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Predestined to Love Only You<\/span><\/h2>\n

Do you love me and has your heart always held me dear,<\/span><\/p>\n

Am I the one you thought of when you were draped in fear?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

After our hearts first touched and I told you I\u2019d return some day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Did you dream of that day and wish I\u2019d take you in a sexual way,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Was it that I excited your loins as well as brought your heart to beat,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or was it thoughts of golden coins and the rewards you\u2019d reap,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Could it be you just thought of me in ways of delight and more,<\/span><\/p>\n

The answer inside my traveled heart is simple, it\u2019s called amour,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My eyes saw love in such a simplistic way, I guess, you\u2019re the one I adore,<\/span><\/p>\n

I understand I do, how could he of such meager means expect an ounce more,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am grateful beyond spoken word to have what I am allowed to hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Scarlet sunsets break through my water-filled eyelids to show the gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The globe of our sun burst through the tears bringing a kaleidoscope of starburst,<\/span><\/p>\n

And for a moment I felt relief as if my heart had quenched its thirst,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The pain shows in my anthem of love I\u2019ve written in rhymes for you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have written the truth, Patti, I garner strength to carry on it\u2019s true,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I returned from across the sea I heard Angel\u2019s trumpets blare,<\/span><\/p>\n

I raised my weary head from the cot to see and I saw an angel there,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018Tis true, I swear, from tears to the north of loneliness I felt the loneliness leave,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps it was love brought by you that was given my soul a needed reprieve,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It called out in anguish as the wind swept clean the soiled green of earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

That I may touch the earth of my homeland and pray for our rebirth,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How the medic knew, I wonder, at that exact moment he gave me your photograph,<\/span><\/p>\n

To hold near my heart during the anguish of rejection given by America\u2019s citizen staff,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I needed it so, to hold near my anguished heart because somehow he just knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be predestined to love someone is rare yet I was born to love only you,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Heaven is there to accept the holy souls of the departed few allowed to deploy,<\/span><\/p>\n

The feeling in my heart is that we will together be there to share eternity\u2019s joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And I held close your picture as I cringed inside yet I clung to the belief of predetermined love,<\/span><\/p>\n

The belief that we were predestined to be, to be together as determined by our Lord above.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, I love you Patti<\/span>
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Old “Because” (The Sculpted Angel)<\/span><\/h2>\n

In the darkness of night a man\u2019s mind fell into the waste of what was,<\/span><\/p>\n

The deniable became undeniable in his mind as he asked it what she does,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s alright my love, she said, I know you\u2019ve heard it all before but now no more,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s all right my love is all he heard, his poor heart fell apart the day before,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In a desperate mind there\u2019s something living deep inside that brings a little hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

You and me oh Lord, oh help me please my dear Lord, I won\u2019t use that old rope,<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything she meant to me became a misstep into my lost hopes of a love eternity,<\/span><\/p>\n

I never stood a chance he thought as he prayed and got down on one knee,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sculpted angel stool taller than life reaching out to the heavens above,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sculpted marble to reach heaven above as a representation of a senior girl he loves,<\/span><\/p>\n

The rope within the Angel\u2019s grasp seems so out of place for an angel to hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

As he chipped away year after year he grew weary year by year until very old,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His heart loved the image he had traced year after year and day after lonely day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Told to stay away so he did as told yet he knew her image after tracing it every way,<\/span><\/p>\n

The feces-stained photos showed the wear across her long dark beautiful hair,<\/span><\/p>\n

He had worn her image within while detained and she appeared as real over there,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Each night he walked the streets asking everyone and anyone if they had seen her,<\/span><\/p>\n

The vision of a marksman had faded in a lifetime to become nothing but a blur,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet the love of a lifetime transferred to his fingertips to sculpt the last love he\u2019d held,<\/span><\/p>\n

An angel sculpted with wings so spread that he could stand inside to feel them meld,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Have you seen her? The poor soul would ask and those that knew said yes,<\/span><\/p>\n

They would tell the beaten warrior that she was beautiful and they could only guess,<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe she is in Oklahoma with her parents getting the farm ready, my old friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

That seems to satisfy his broken soul as he walked on home singing \u201cagainst the wind,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A few that asked why he never saw her when he came home just heard \u201cbecause,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They dig a little deeper and ask their old friend to hear \u201cit musta been my flaws,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He never made it home that night as a rejected brother walked through town that night,<\/span><\/p>\n

The nickname \u201cbecause\u201d stuck to him but most knew he had just lost his fight,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unknown to him the angel in heart had searched him out but he wasn\u2019t there,<\/span><\/p>\n

For years the beautiful angel searched for him as she left home to search everywhere,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each place he had been she would be but each time it seemed a little too late,<\/span><\/p>\n

The things she wanted to hide never needed to be hidden because of changed fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He started his sculpture with hope singing, \u201csomeday lady you\u2019ll accompany me,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Those that didn\u2019t know him thought he sang to sing because he was half crazy,<\/span><\/p>\n

The dreams of a lost warrior still filled his soul as he bought stone to sculpt alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon the marble was massive and through the night he\u2019d sing Bob Seger all alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAgainst the wind, I remember what she said to me as she held me oh so tight,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAgainst the wind we were running against the wind,\u201d he sang into each lonely night,<\/span><\/p>\n

The strangers once his friends were no longer that as they threw stones as once before,<\/span><\/p>\n

He fell apart when no one greeted him upon discharge, he just couldn\u2019t take anymore,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He sang\u201dI remember when she said to me and swore it never would end, I wish I didn\u2019t know\u201d,<\/span><\/p>\n

A line in the song he never finished and everyone wondered what is was from long ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

A dark night when reveal of the statue came to be someone wondered where\u2019s old \u201cbecause,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Found touching her face as he had finished the most beautiful angel titled \u201cMy Angel that Was,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The smile upon his face said he had found the angel of his broken heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

He touched her face as he had in dreams while the enemy tried to pull him apart,<\/span><\/p>\n

The shackles upon his ankles were never understood but an entering older woman knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

She cried out, \u201coh, Pat, it\u2019s so beautiful, I\u2019m here, I\u2019m so sorry, I\u2019m still in love with you,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Down on Main Street softly played from somewhere as she passed away that night,<\/span><\/p>\n

A legend of love came to be as a story of love was named, \u201cwhen lovers finally unite,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

At the end of Main and Roosevelt, an old building fell down and the statue was placed,<\/span><\/p>\n

So beautiful the statue is with his shackles placed for all to remember the hell he faced.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for you Patti.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m glad you found me, I love you.<\/span><\/p>\n

I realize that without you I am nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The Medic New (Aug 1969)<\/span><\/h2>\n

Do you love me and has your heart always held me dear,<\/span><\/p>\n

Am I the one you thought of when you were draped in fear?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

After our hearts first touched and I told you I’d return some day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Did you dream of that day and wish I’d take you in a sexual way,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Was it that I excited your loins as well as brought your heart to beat,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or was it thoughts of golden coins and the rewards you’d reap,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Could it be you just thought of me in ways of delight and more,<\/span><\/p>\n

The answer inside my traveled heart is simple, it’s called amour,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My eyes saw love in such a simplistic way I guess, you’re the one I adore,<\/span><\/p>\n

I understand I do, how could he of such meager means expect an ounce more,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am grateful beyond spoken word to have what I am allowed to hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Scarlet sunsets break through my water-filled eyelids to show the gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The globe of our sun burst through the tears bringing a kaleidoscope of starburst,<\/span><\/p>\n

And for a moment I felt relief as if my heart had quenched its thirst,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The pain shows in my anthem of love I’ve written in rhymes for you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have written the truth, Patti, I garner strength to carry on it’s true,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I returned from across the sea I heard Angel’s trumpets blare,<\/span><\/p>\n

I raised my weary head from the cot to see and I saw an angel there,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

‘Tis true, I swear, from tears to the north of loneliness I felt the loneliness leave,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps it was love brought by you that has given my soul a needed reprieve,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It called out in anguish as the wind swept clean the soiled green of earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

That I may touch the earth of my homeland and pray for our rebirth,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How the medic knew, I wonder, at that exact moment he gave me your photograph,<\/span><\/p>\n

To hold near my heart during the anguish of rejection given by America’s citizen staff,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I needed it so, to hold near my anguished heart because somehow he just knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be predestined to love someone is rare yet I was born to love only you,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Heaven is there to accept the holy souls of the departed few allowed to deploy,<\/span><\/p>\n

The feeling in my heart is that we will together be there to share eternity’s joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

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And I held close your picture as I cringed inside yet I clung to the belief of predetermined love,<\/span><\/p>\n

The belief that we were predestined to be, to be together as determined by our Lord above.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, I love you Patti<\/span><\/p>\n

Written in August 1969 about Patti upon my return to the United States to the Philadelphia Naval Hospital.<\/span><\/p>\n

As we landed we were allowed to touch American soil from our stretchers.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A Photograph From Heaven<\/span><\/h2>\n

So often I’ve thought of you for hours just to pass the time, <\/span><\/p>\n

It seems each time my heart wants to burst out in a love rhyme, <\/span><\/p>\n

Last night I looked upon a star brighter than any star I’ve seen, <\/span><\/p>\n

It reminded me of your eyes so crystal clear yet with hazel sheen, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I watched the star until morning blue drowned the bright out, <\/span><\/p>\n

With the brightness of day an angel arose bringing joy about, <\/span><\/p>\n

To see the wonders of my morning angel I’d sacrifice weeks, <\/span><\/p>\n

How can it be that with a smile her heart and soul speaks, <\/span><\/p>\n

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A kaleidoscope of color erupts with spring’s colors galore, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her red lips beckon to me in such that I find need to explore, <\/span><\/p>\n

My heart awakens to her as she allows her areola pink to expose, <\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve wondered in the darkness when was it her love for me arose, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Too long I’ve lingered in illness when loving her should be shown, <\/span><\/p>\n

Trapped in a dungeon of pain I have disdain for the pain I own, <\/span><\/p>\n

Darkness of pain contrasts the beautiful colors that surround her, <\/span><\/p>\n

When I look at her worrying for me I wonder what I have to offer, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’ve a small piece of gold that truly seen is a photograph so old, <\/span><\/p>\n

How can a picture bring the colors of earth alive when in my hold, <\/span><\/p>\n

I have seen blue skies when the darkest of times were at hand, <\/span><\/p>\n

When so very ill and beaten although impossible I could stand, <\/span><\/p>\n

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A picture of her may be a sculptor’s desire and dream of fame, <\/span><\/p>\n

As the sands of time fall through the opening of glass it’s a shame, <\/span><\/p>\n

Although she ages to become more beautiful to me it saddens me still, <\/span><\/p>\n

My fingertips softly on her image awakens long ago love and always will, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She is still the photograph from heaven each night when I hold her tight, <\/span><\/p>\n

The sparkle of her hazel eyes awakens youth of old to feel lover’s delight, <\/span><\/p>\n

I open my aged eyes to see the beautiful teenage bride that I still adore, <\/span><\/p>\n

She’s the girl I love as the colors of rose are upon her anatomy once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end. By Pat for Patti. I love you.<\/span>
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Paper Roses (The Walk I Took)<\/span><\/h2>\n

Time frame October to November of 1969.<\/span>
\nSome verses are taken from a poem I wrote in 1969, “The Walk I Took.”<\/span>
\nNo one picked me up at the airport upon my discharge. A fifty mile walk. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Paper Roses (The Walk I Took)<\/span><\/p>\n

In the darkness of the night I imagined holding you tight, <\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps an angel or true an old man took me from the fight, <\/span><\/p>\n

Free at last but with silent wonder if you were still in love, <\/span><\/p>\n

I promise you beautiful angel you’re all I have dreamed of, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Since the draft notice came you have been on my mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

A sudden fear is that I’d return in a box or worse be blind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Your beauty is so overwhelming that breath seems gone, <\/span><\/p>\n

My heart has yearned so for you, pray have you moved on?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Never set me free or my heart will be one of the forgots, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each reflection and every prayer had you in my thoughts<\/span><\/p>\n

Dance with me please in the darkness of night on the road, <\/span><\/p>\n

If only you will, it will help unburden me of this heavy load, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Every sweetness in my heart is yours forevermore and a day, <\/span><\/p>\n

True love is like a paper rose so beautiful to never wilt away,<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope some day there is an announcement of King and Napier*, <\/span><\/p>\n

So wonderful it would be to see our names in our local paper, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have failures that captured the freedom of my battered mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

For America I survived so much and did things of nightmare kind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Upon a sea of dreams I found way across icebergs and much more, <\/span><\/p>\n

Icebergs are but obstacles left floating from battles of days before, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thank God for memories of your delicate little hand touching me, <\/span><\/p>\n

I’m in a gutter I confess and it’s not of the normal type you see, <\/span><\/p>\n

For the wire brush** damage is gone by rectal surgery and more, <\/span><\/p>\n

Shock therapy with stick in mouth took some memories of before, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I need you, walk with me”*** I remember kissing at your door, <\/span><\/p>\n

“I need you,” James Brown sang to me but at your door as before, <\/span><\/p>\n

Look at me, I beg, do I still have all my limbs and is my mind okay, <\/span><\/p>\n

I have been told I’m a stalker is that how you feel now, each day?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I carried your photo near my heart and held it so tight at night, <\/span><\/p>\n

‘The bombs bursting in air and rockets red glare’ is a bad fright, <\/span><\/p>\n

Words that sound so wonderful until experienced first hand, <\/span><\/p>\n

By draft board letter two years ago I was forced to make a stand, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Damaged limbs and beaten torso along with tortured mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Brought months in a hospital bed as psychiatrist had a find, <\/span><\/p>\n

To carry a girl’s image faithfully without word for a year or more, <\/span><\/p>\n

Brought words of disbelief from doctors asking me what for, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My faith in you sounded insane as they listened with disbelief, <\/span><\/p>\n

“How could you do that?” they said, “your mind needs relief,” <\/span><\/p>\n

They shocked my mind and called me a stalker of mental kind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Telling me my love for you is unhealthy and the fantasy kind, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My heart broke as I cried in the doctor’s chair to think I’m insane, <\/span><\/p>\n

Shock therapy for wrongs done to me left some of love’s flame, <\/span><\/p>\n

During shock therapy somehow I spoke of you and your age,<\/span><\/p>\n

They declared to leave this place I’m still stalker at this stage, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It seemed so odd they’d concentrate on love instead of war, <\/span><\/p>\n

Let’s address my state from being sodomized and even more, <\/span><\/p>\n

Or the pain I endured as I struggled upon the rack of torture, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet they dwell upon the girl of my dreams that is my future,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’ve wondered then at times did you turn me in to stay away, <\/span><\/p>\n

They’ve got me pegged no doubt, I’m going to come your way, <\/span><\/p>\n

Some day I will when my head survives and I push the war away, <\/span><\/p>\n

It’s not you I want gone in any way, I want every memory to stay, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’m sure these men of well meaning heart have not even a clue, <\/span><\/p>\n

They hang their degree and make analysis of what pain can do, <\/span><\/p>\n

Mental and physical pain are awful but mental is a long time cure, <\/span><\/p>\n

I doubt those shrinks go beyond books to a battlefield to be sure, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But I played their game yet I limped to their office to be healed,<\/span><\/p>\n

There is so much physical damage done out on the battlefield, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet the military is stocked with shrinks so I guess it must be true, <\/span><\/p>\n

Our body heals as our mind grows weak but I survived by you, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If not for my mental state I’d have gone home a month ago today, <\/span><\/p>\n

Didn’t they understand it was the abuse that made my mind stray?<\/span><\/p>\n

And my tether to you through space and time gave me will to live, <\/span><\/p>\n

But mind and body healed quickly when I decided I must forgive, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I walked home tonight to nearly Panhandle*^ town before an angel came, <\/span><\/p>\n

Now that I think of it with alert mind it seems the old man knew our name, <\/span><\/p>\n

As I explained my service with shame he held my chin up and praised me, <\/span><\/p>\n

I cried so hard in the angel’s hand that my tears made it hard for me to see, <\/span><\/p>\n

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The last kindness of touch came from a minister in a foreign cell, <\/span><\/p>\n

Deep in the bowels of Mother Earth I felt to be somewhere near hell, <\/span><\/p>\n

I’m so far from that place now yet it was only three months and a day, <\/span><\/p>\n

No deeper could I fall as American sputum and disdain is on me to stay, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I saw you last within that cell as my battered mind found you there, <\/span><\/p>\n

Or did you journey spiritually or astral to bring me love and care, <\/span><\/p>\n

So weak of mind I welcomed the next strike to see you unconsciously, <\/span><\/p>\n

And tonight this kind man or do I say angel has given a ride to me, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Magic of our love took place that night as I fell into a deep sleep, <\/span><\/p>\n

I danced with you in dreams so nice I have them memorized to keep, <\/span><\/p>\n

Unknown to you I carried stolen photographs of you numbering two, <\/span><\/p>\n

The last time home I stole*^^ another picture that’s beautiful of you, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My ride said he’d carry me part way before we prayed and shared,<\/span><\/p>\n

His words of kindness and assurance were heavenly if compared, <\/span><\/p>\n

Within the military ranks most sleep comes from liqueur and beers, <\/span><\/p>\n

After he held my chin I’d sleep peacefully for the first time in years,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Telling me he knew the way as I slipped into dreams of love’s wonder, <\/span><\/p>\n

We danced in a field surrounded by paper roses during my slumber,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your face so beautiful and radiant as if a heavenly light shone through,<\/span><\/p>\n

I said “My little angel of Texas nights I’m so deeply in love with you,” <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And we danced a dance of heavenly romance before the world, <\/span><\/p>\n

It was only a dream but in this dream a banner of our love unfurled, <\/span><\/p>\n

Above our little Panhandle town it waived for all our friends to see, <\/span><\/p>\n

The greatest honor given any man is that Patricia Napier loves me, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There it hung announcing your love and welcoming your man home, <\/span><\/p>\n

He woke me in front of your house, but how was your address known,<\/span><\/p>\n

So surprised to see your house but at three A M I just sat and prayed, <\/span><\/p>\n

That when I’d finally see you again I’d find your love had not strayed, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Obstacles came to prevent our joining and fear of stalking you, <\/span><\/p>\n

My father had not left word so I needed to find him if it’s true, <\/span><\/p>\n

No sooner than I sat my seabag down my mother begged of me, <\/span><\/p>\n

Please find your father I fear he has deserted me don’t you see, <\/span><\/p>\n

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You saved me Patti although I may now be lost in darkness of mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

As I left Borger to find my dad the misting fog felt cold and unkind, <\/span><\/p>\n

My thumb and seabag rode the north wind in search of a hitcher ride, <\/span><\/p>\n

With my check in a Navy snafu I was broke in pocket and broken inside, <\/span><\/p>\n

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Five days to attain Gainesville means I ran most of the wet and cold way, <\/span><\/p>\n

I should have been in Borger with my frame standing at your door all day, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes I would, I’d hide away to be unseen but near your car to find you, <\/span><\/p>\n

If they truthfully watched me as threatened I’d hide if I needed to, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My minds on you every moment as I drink away two years of blood, <\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps not two years but I spent my share of time in blood ‘n’ mud,<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I know you are the only one I love and it shall always be so, <\/span><\/p>\n

For over twenty two years I’ve prepared to love the one I know, <\/span><\/p>\n

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Each drop of liqueur consumed brought closure to a memory, <\/span><\/p>\n

My father allowed my consumption as he knew it’s unfair to me, <\/span><\/p>\n

For thirty days and nights I’ve drank alcohol with little to eat, <\/span><\/p>\n

Then my father sobered me up and said return but don’t retreat, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My daddy’s sending me home and he said your name to my surprise, <\/span><\/p>\n

Daddy was a very sweet man, yet so strong plus he was worldly wise, <\/span><\/p>\n

To see the lights of Borger crossing a hill in a friend’s car says I’m home, <\/span><\/p>\n

So strange Glenn’s**^^ family has twice taken me to the love I’ve known, <\/span><\/p>\n

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I ask of you and I pray that somehow someway I will see you this day, <\/span><\/p>\n

You are a psychic angel to find me once more as we were pulling away, <\/span><\/p>\n

I love you Patti but no courage brought the same words*^* you said to me, <\/span><\/p>\n

As tears fell from my face I knew I had to earn enough to return quickly, <\/span><\/p>\n

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Thank you so very much for telling me to return to you with my promise, <\/span><\/p>\n

If only you had come a bit closer I would have said I love you with a kiss, <\/span><\/p>\n

Soon my $3,000 hardship and injury pay came to restart my life, <\/span><\/p>\n

I had but one goal in the next six months, to ask you to be my wife. <\/span><\/p>\n

For Patti, the end, by Pat<\/span><\/p>\n

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*Napier: Patti’s maiden name.<\/span>
\n**Wire Brush: A wire brush was inserted by rapist.<\/span>
\n***James Brown: A great soulful American singer, his lyrics.<\/span>
\n*^Panhandle: A small town nearly half way between the fifty miles to Borger.<\/span>
\n*^^Stolen photos: Taken from my sister Edi and cut from the library albums.<\/span>
\n**^^Glenn Lloyd: My friend in high school. He was a better friend than me.<\/span>
\n*^*Same words: Upon seeing each other “Why didn’t you write me?”<\/span> —Thirty years later her mother revealed she had taken my letters unknown to Patti<\/span>
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As Your Guardian I Serve<\/span><\/h2>\n

All the diamonds in the land couldn’t catch the sparkle in your eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

Encircle the hazel with the most beautiful of blue from God’s skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

Catch rainbows in your mind’s eye to locate colors that need to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

That you may understand how her angelic eyes have captured me,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Kisses from my angel are enough to make this man’s knees weak,<\/span><\/p>\n

The sweetness held inside could make men love her within a week,<\/span><\/p>\n

If other men knew her as I do then she would have no need for me,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many suitors would gather round in hopes she would pick he,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If only I could build a garden to celebrate who she is to all she knows,<\/span><\/p>\n

Master’s hands would sculpt statues that her beautiful image shows,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’d place these beautiful statues amongst flowers of beauty that grow,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be a memorial to the most beautiful woman I will ever love or know,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ahead of all would be the man that worships her as no other could,<\/span><\/p>\n

So proud I am that I am the man that worships her as only I would,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have flown the skies powered on high by her kiss placed on me,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart took flight with me in tow lifting me high that I may see,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have seen the gates of heaven given me as a gift from loving her,<\/span><\/p>\n

I am the richest man in the universe though I have no riches to offer,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet I am rich of heart with more golden memories than I do deserve,<\/span><\/p>\n

She has taken this lowly servant as her guardian and I happily serve,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Around the garden are oaks with majestic branches reaching high,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mountains with snow capped peaks rise in the horizon meeting sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hear the creek softly flow with water so pure it cleanses your being,<\/span><\/p>\n

My angel belongs here in this garden that we as visitors are seeing,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Fruits of delight favored by her would grow for her around the year,<\/span><\/p>\n

The beauty of heavens gardens were watered by a love given tear,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many tears of love I gave to mother earth and now placed here,<\/span><\/p>\n

Loving you sweet Patti is inscribed into my heart to have you near,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The photo of my angel that I carried near my heart for so very long,<\/span><\/p>\n

Placed perfectly at the entrance surrounded by beautiful birds in song,<\/span><\/p>\n

A path of golden stone would lead the way through this garden for her,<\/span><\/p>\n

The sad part of this rhyme is that a dream and a rose is all I can offer,<\/span><\/p>\n

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So much joy given me that has made suffering pain an easy thing to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

You’re the only angel I’ve loved, I would do most anything to please you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Take my heart, it’s inscribed with your name so it’s never stolen or lost,<\/span><\/p>\n

I am the richest man in the world please know it was worth any cost.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti<\/span>
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When Teardrops Fall From Angel\u2019s Eyes (8\/1968)<\/span><\/h2>\n

As teardrops fell from an angels eyes I watched them fall to earth, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each plant they touched enriched in color and increased in its girth, <\/span><\/p>\n

When teardrops fall from angels eyes what anguish brought them forth<\/span><\/p>\n

As angels smile their eyes light up, of this I do have a wisdom of a sort, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I’ve seen an angel cry tears of joy as her heart filled with wondrous joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

As a joyful teardrop fell through earths sky a rainbow was seen to deploy, <\/span><\/p>\n

Rainbows of beauty beyond words savored in my heart and in my mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Angel’s tears form a mist of mystery when clouds are impossible to find, <\/span><\/p>\n

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The brightest of rainbows come from angels filled with love new found, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her beautiful eyes shone like diamonds in the night when I came to town, <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how it labored my heart to watch a tear form when I had to depart, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet came tears bringing joy to all but from my angel’s saddened heart, <\/span><\/p>\n

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A rainbow of angel’s creation came to be from my angel’s falling tears, <\/span><\/p>\n

I wore a protective barrier of her and through war she soothed my fears, <\/span><\/p>\n

Born for the other and to each other our eyes said yes before a word, <\/span><\/p>\n

For five seasons I will pray she endures until my words are again heard, <\/span><\/p>\n

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From across earth came reflected sun from my angel’s sparkling eyes, <\/span><\/p>\n

That created the streaks of shooting stars across our nighttime skies, <\/span><\/p>\n

Do rainbow arches kiss the citizens goodnight each night back home?<\/span><\/p>\n

Our little Texas town has given heavily to this war more than any known, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rainbows from heaven fill earth’s sky born from but an angel’s tear, <\/span><\/p>\n

Through eyes of mist I watched a rainbows birth as it became clear,<\/span><\/p>\n

From an angel’s saddened heart came tears yet still brought joy to all, <\/span><\/p>\n

A rainbow appeared from her teardrops mist as tears started to fall, <\/span><\/p>\n

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All I have is a photograph in form and it’s imprinted on this warrior’s soul, <\/span><\/p>\n

I love that little angel and must find a way to return and depart war whole, <\/span><\/p>\n

The brightest of rainbows shine from angel’s eyes answering love’s call, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her sparkling eyes and dazzling smile will again lift my soul if I don’t fall, <\/span><\/p>\n

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Too she carries beauty in afterthought not realizing her photogenic face, <\/span><\/p>\n

That this angels teardrops are falling for me seems to be so out of place, <\/span><\/p>\n

I pray every rainbow of her heart and soul shall never bear burden for me, <\/span><\/p>\n

When an angel cries from my joyful return are the only tears I want to see. <\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti. Written originally in 1968. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Note:<\/span><\/p>\n

Written from memory thus it may not be exact.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still it means I love Patti with all my heart and soul. <\/span><\/p>\n

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