{"id":555,"date":"2015-07-17T02:04:43","date_gmt":"2015-07-17T07:04:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?page_id=555"},"modified":"2018-03-04T22:26:10","modified_gmt":"2018-03-05T04:26:10","slug":"love-volume-ten","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/love-volume-ten\/","title":{"rendered":"Love. Volume Ten."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Love<\/span><\/h1>\n

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Volume Ten<\/span><\/h2>\n

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

My Love is Written in Sands of Time<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

The Angel in My Heart<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Gold Dust of You<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

1970 Frost Covered Glass<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

I Savor Her Kiss<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

1965 Slip Away, Sweet Patti<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

My 68th Birthday Review<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

1969 Fueled By Her Touch<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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My Love is Written in Sands of Time<\/span><\/h2>\n

Patti, my sweet angel, I want you to forever know that my purpose is one in life,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have no reasons to seek riches but to ensure of your needs as my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Those words sound so minimal as written and should contain explanation,<\/span><\/p>\n

My reason to live is written in the sands of time for those that seek revelation,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It shall be revealed one day as we cross the threshold into the kingdom of gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Only my heart and our Lord know why my journey was treacherous as it is told,<\/span><\/p>\n

To love Patti as she deserves I had to learn isolated loneliness to an extreme,<\/span><\/p>\n

A journey into the known while clutching her photo as reality instead of a dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Without the extremes of a war experience can a man know the fear of departure,<\/span><\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t so much the fear of death but departing her love as a form of forfeiture,<\/span><\/p>\n

I touched her fingertips as I held onto life at the cliff\u2019s edge while I reached out,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be so near the ultimate satisfaction in life and then never know what it\u2019s about,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Thus I had to endure ordeals so extreme in life that it sounds false if said by me,<\/span><\/p>\n

The journeys taken as a draftee forced to take part in the making of our history,<\/span><\/p>\n

To experience the indignities of men\u2019s brutalities were in reality a gift given me,<\/span><\/p>\n

For without the experience of a vision from heaven in the form of angelic Patti,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Without that vision my heart and soul couldn\u2019t know the ecstasy of an appearance,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then elation filled my heart, elation gifted to me by His Hand to give me reassurance,<\/span><\/p>\n

That she was waiting for me faithfully without my request that she should do such,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was then I discovered she is akin the rose even being dangerous by thorn to touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s true that I was stricken by Patti since I first saw her before being she was a teen,<\/span><\/p>\n

I was so taken by her stunning beauty that I wondered if those near had seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

Why I wondered, aren\u2019t they taken aback, why aren\u2019t they stricken by her beauty,<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew at that moment why I was placed upon this earth, I knew my true duty,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I was to serve this beautiful little angel of hazel eyes and beg that she allow my seed,<\/span><\/p>\n

To fulfill her dreams of motherhood that she may experience her motherhood need,<\/span><\/p>\n

My duty was to protect, support and to give as needed for Patti\u2019s needs in life,<\/span><\/p>\n

I pray I have fulfilled her needs because no woman deserves more than my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My meager attempt of showing love with a website dedicated to her is minimal at best,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps it is better than I believe it is, or it may mean more after standing time\u2019s test,<\/span><\/p>\n

I gave it with every ounce of my being for those that doubt the sincerity of what I did,<\/span><\/p>\n

For you, Patti, I have done openly my angel, my heart is at last exposed, nothing is hid,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Words written next to a photograph are a meager attempt to explain your desirous nature,<\/span><\/p>\n

My little angel is surrounded by a sexual aura that fills the air with her mystical stature,<\/span><\/p>\n

God\u2019s gift to me was that I was allowed her kiss to signal the barriers of time had fallen,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve loved you for over fifty years, my hazel-eyed angel, I have no doubt of my true calling,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My duty is to protect you, my calling is to love you forever, my future is to love you evermore,<\/span><\/p>\n

The past of my life has been about loving you and passing each test of love, and each time,<\/span><\/p>\n

I love you even more.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti.<\/span>
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The Angel in My Heart<\/span><\/h2>\n

Each day thoughts of her saturate my mind with nothing but love,<\/span><\/p>\n

No matter what I\u2019m doing at day\u2019s end she is what I am think of,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s been this way since I was seventeen and I want it to remain,<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019ve been my escape from earths reality that has induced pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the darkness of night I can slip away into your arms and run away,<\/span><\/p>\n

When all is wrong you bring the colors of the rainbow in heavens display,<\/span><\/p>\n

Not a drop of water in sight but I can sit on the dock alone with her until two,<\/span><\/p>\n

When the world is dark gray to black she and her sunshine turn the sky blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Images of her have traveled my mind each day since I was an innocent man,<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the colors of the rainbow there\u2019s a million different memories to remain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe one day she will see me for the memories of her my heart contains,<\/span><\/p>\n

A million thoughts of her that saved me when when only death remains,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve danced in her arms when my legs couldn\u2019t stand because of dislocation,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d hold her tight in my imagination and dance through the night in my location,<\/span><\/p>\n

The smell of waste faded away in my imagination as she\u2019d enter my life station,<\/span><\/p>\n

Only she, my little angle could lift my soul away from the horror of wars creation,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Look away, look away from horror of war that my memories bring to life,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a long, long way from that day yet a memory can place me into the strife,<\/span><\/p>\n

But the last thing I see each day are the hazel eyes of the angel on my heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

The angel in my heart has held my mind in check when I couldn\u2019t find will to start,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The morning sun would come from her soul as she would wake me from sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories of so much love have placed my heart within hers to hold and keep,<\/span><\/p>\n

One kiss from her lips can resuscitate my mind to dwell in the joys of today,<\/span><\/p>\n

And with that my heart rejoices, I know this angel in my heart is here to stay.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, for Patti, by Pat<\/span>
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Gold Dust of You<\/span><\/h2>\n

I\u2019m peering\u00a0 through the looking glass of past time in hopes that I\u2019ll find,<\/span><\/p>\n

The lost memories and the faded treasures still existing in my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

In my every thought I hold your hand and make sure you\u2019re with me,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be rejoined with you is ecstasy even if only an hour you were free,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I must find my faded memories although they may be haze upon glass,<\/span><\/p>\n

For laced within those remnants are gold dust that fell through the hourglass,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gold dust may hold little value to some but I differ if it\u2019s gold dust of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

For yet another treasure of you I will travel my mind through and through,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My little rhymes on paper are how I keep each treasured moment of gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

I marvel at times when the words written are so descriptive of the one I hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Days later I\u2019ve seen my words to become amazed at my ability to scribe word,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet I\u2019m not a wordsmith as it\u2019s all inspired by her sweet words that I\u2019ve heard,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cI love you,\u201d whispered softly from her lips prior to passion\u2019s voyage of amour,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I pass into each dimension of eroticism gifted me by her I clamor for more,<\/span><\/p>\n

I am but a drop in the ocean or a microsecond of time\u2019s passage I must concede,<\/span><\/p>\n

But at this moment I\u2019m engorged to an extreme beyond my existence of need,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I hold a secret deep inside of which the origin is hidden far from today,<\/span><\/p>\n

A trembling occurs inside my structure when she touches me in any way,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sensations of weakness create an awakening that\u2019s impossible to describe,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her aroma blends with the magic to create an elixir that I feel a need to imbibe,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Inside my mind I\u2019m on my own to find the fogged in treasures buried inside,<\/span><\/p>\n

Deep meditation and time bring me to unearth a memory that long ago died,<\/span><\/p>\n

Whispered words to her in sixty-five state, \u201cI\u2019m leaving but I\u2019ll return for you,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A golden treasure buried far away and extracted that was prophecy come true,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s the beginning of time as my timeline was nonexistent until I was awakened,<\/span><\/p>\n

Through a bedroom window into a new dimension of love, to then exit shaken,<\/span><\/p>\n

I must let all know this is the moment in time of my life birth, my existence today,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gold prior to this was scarce however since discovery my life is gold in every way.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti<\/span>
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1970 Frost Covered Glass<\/span><\/h2>\n

Is a fading thought forever lost,<\/span><\/p>\n

Did it diminish like window frost,<\/span><\/p>\n

Return to me my thought please,<\/span><\/p>\n

Is it lost into air like my last sneeze,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let it return, I know it was of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

At last the muse has returned anew,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bring in the cello now played low,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hear angels harps play notes in flow,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Your silken gown encapsulates your soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

To follow the curves shown I\u2019ll pay the toll,<\/span><\/p>\n

Step forward then back and two right,<\/span><\/p>\n

Close, oh so close to press you slight,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let me waltz into the dreams I dreamed,<\/span><\/p>\n

In your arms it\u2019s not as bad as it seemed,<\/span><\/p>\n

I worry, oh I worry so even when it\u2019s right,<\/span><\/p>\n

The distance of your mind may be slight,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Oh, it\u2019s my fault, I have nothing left,<\/span><\/p>\n

No longer am I as spry or am I deft,<\/span><\/p>\n

Improvisation breaks my heart to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

The reflecting man of war I see isn\u2019t me,<\/span><\/p>\n

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An angel held in my arms may fly way,<\/span><\/p>\n

So desperate is my plea that she will stay,<\/span><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t see me my angel but see deep within,<\/span><\/p>\n

Once I was beautiful before war\u2019s bloody sin,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Patti, can you see any good inside of me,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each man took aim before his tragedy,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve tried to pull you close in my dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bloods lube removes my strength it seems,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Your eyes find disgust in what I have done,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet you continue to say I\u2019m number one,<\/span><\/p>\n

A little more or a little less should I confess,<\/span><\/p>\n

If you\u2019ve forgiven what I\u2019ve done is it less,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The frost covered glass is fading fast,<\/span><\/p>\n

Does it mean once gone the dye is cast,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ll surround you with roses and sing to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Rose petals ground for oil I will do too,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Thunder has erupted inside my heart for you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I love you so much I worry if you knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

The sweet smell of heaven is your smell,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is the elixir, I swear, the taste as when I fell,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Into her hands I give the gold I don\u2019t own,<\/span><\/p>\n

But I will give her the love she hasn\u2019t been shown,<\/span><\/p>\n

Listen, sweet angel, you are someone to hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t give it to you when you are the gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end,\u00a0 \u00a0Written December 1970<\/span>
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I Savor Her Kiss<\/span><\/h2>\n

Slowly I walk a path winding through discards of my life and beyond,<\/span><\/p>\n

Aft the hour is too late yet fore leaves no answer to give those I’m fond,<\/span><\/p>\n

The rock I have become must be softened if that’s possible in some way,<\/span><\/p>\n

The intense pain has created a barrier of steel where once was man clay,<\/span><\/p>\n

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We are made to send and receive of each other using signals by expression,<\/span><\/p>\n

Through the years of pains blockage I have allowed through one sensation,<\/span><\/p>\n

The experience of my country’s servitude forced upon by draft years ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

Took away my innocence and ended with more pain than man should know,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Perhaps it was ignorance or was it need that locked it deeply inside my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

The horrors of we drafted chosen was unknown because America was blind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Many were lost on the streets of asphalt and real estate of dropping value,<\/span><\/p>\n

Anxious to escape the bonds of the draft many hid from America in plain view,<\/span><\/p>\n

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And I much the same locked it away as I’ve said that I might forgot it all,<\/span><\/p>\n

One decade is little time of rest from extremes of pain and a near mental fall,<\/span><\/p>\n

With such force the physical pain returned with an ailment unknown to most,<\/span><\/p>\n

An affliction so unusual with unknown back roads reaching deep into its host,<\/span><\/p>\n

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At first showing I felt I would rupture inside as the swelling pushed out,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thirty five years of age it came in full force as my only release was to shout,<\/span><\/p>\n

Arriving each time like a stampede of cattle and pain pushing outwardly intense,<\/span><\/p>\n

Praying it would cease before I would rupture inside was crazy as I was incensed,<\/span><\/p>\n

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To those that think I don’t pray, I am shattered that you could think so little of me,<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh my Lord I have prayed aloud in the crowd and whispered a prayer at a tragedy,<\/span><\/p>\n

Am I forgotten and down trodden as I cruise the neighborhood of a past dreamscape,<\/span><\/p>\n

Fight is the word, for one I fight to endure extremes that narcotics bring no escape,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Love’s desire has created a desire to escape the haze that’s a veiled pleasantness,<\/span><\/p>\n

I so desire her touch and beauty in my vision I again feel war’s gift of loneliness,<\/span><\/p>\n

Solutions given of physicians create a culture of give me more meds I implore,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then a transplanted genius with tongue of Italiano brotherhood opens the door,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My ears strain to follow his New Jersey speak as his genius explains his gift,<\/span><\/p>\n

At last surgery to repair damage of bloods seepage when my spirit begins to lift,<\/span><\/p>\n

I awaken as I sleep, I float as I am secured, Heaven’s glow is above my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pain has left and my anatomy feels healed when I realize I may actually be dead,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Movement is everywhere below my feet and I wonder how I see through the roof,<\/span><\/p>\n

It appears I am deceased as a gift of that intense pain, I’m no longer bulletproof,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart has a sudden sensation of sorrow and a loneliness to an extreme,<\/span><\/p>\n

The joy of heaven’s ascent is gone and I see Patti to realize she’s lost her dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

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How did she know to come to the door at this time and why is it I can hear her pray,<\/span><\/p>\n

The crash cart charging into the room is a shock, I see her expression of dismay,<\/span><\/p>\n

The sorrow I feel is hers as I can feel her sobs oh Lord don’t let me leave her alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

As quickly as I pray it feels as if something has pulled my feet to return me home,<\/span><\/p>\n

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As I awaken I remember watching the doctor work feverishly beneath my feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

Three times before I have expired of pain and each my return for she so sweet,<\/span><\/p>\n

From her touch I have soared high above the world because she gave me a kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

To me she is a goddess, the queen, my queen, I hope she always remembers this,<\/span><\/p>\n

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For each pain endured I would endure ten more if that is my price for her hand,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her optimism has become my drug of choice, by her I find reason to stand,<\/span><\/p>\n

Twenty five years have passed since that day I watched the surgeon below,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pain has been a constant companion, a companion no one should ever know,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I savor her kiss each morning as she awakens to bring sunshine into my life,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many men of this time have never known such pleasure from their wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

I know each day will fill with wonder in some wonderful way each time she is near,<\/span><\/p>\n

When first I gazed into her hazel eyes a transference of Cupid’s energy was clear,<\/span><\/p>\n

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So many things were locked away through the years as I tried to hide the pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

To contain the pain I have calloused all emotional release much to my shame,<\/span><\/p>\n

Do my children know me through and have I given her all the love she is due,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thus I write and rewrite rhymes in a quest for the perfect way to say, I love you.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti<\/span>
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1965 Slip Away, Sweet Patti<\/span><\/h2>\n

Slip away with me oh beautiful girl from heaven above,<\/span><\/p>\n

You have taken my heart away, now I am forever in love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Because of you I am aware of things I wasn’t aware of,<\/span><\/p>\n

Slip away with me because we fit each other like a glove,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The first sweet look was all it took to take away my heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw you and my knees gave way while I quietly fell apart,<\/span><\/p>\n

The minute we can be together I’m sure our lives will start,<\/span><\/p>\n

When I’m near you I want to kiss your lips and every part,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Please believe my words when I tell you of how I feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every word of caring for you is truthful as I’m very real,<\/span><\/p>\n

If I had to give my life for a year with you I’d take the deal,<\/span><\/p>\n

Slip away, sweet Patti, should I tell you of how I really feel?<\/span><\/p>\n

The end. September 1965 by Pat King for Patti Napier<\/span>
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My 68th Birthday Review<\/span><\/h2>\n

As I review my sixty eighth year of living my very charmed life,<\/span><\/p>\n

The joy of life would have been absent but for my beautiful wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have wings of flight that have taken me to heights unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

With lift given of her I have risen and with God I have flown,<\/span><\/p>\n

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With love she whispered life into my ear as my heart waned,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I expired God gave me a gift to feel how her heart pained,<\/span><\/p>\n

So deep the pain that I prayed with a sincerity unknown to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I fought to remain the twilight of Heaven was pulling me free,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Time, oh sweet time, if a gift can be given me let it be time,<\/span><\/p>\n

To hold her tenderly while we waltz as we did in my prime,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hours expire like minutes as I search each for a little more,<\/span><\/p>\n

The prayers I pray are bound with my heart as never before,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Increments of my romantic life shows an evolution of heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

A tenderness unknown by me was seen by her from the start,<\/span><\/p>\n

An inspirational photograph was enough to survive the war,<\/span><\/p>\n

Three weeks with her gave me strength I hadn’t known before,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I have survived so much, too much to list in but a rhyme,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was for her I fought and prayed each and every time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every time she walks into the room I see her as I did before,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each time I feel the vitality of youth as I want her even more,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Tonight I will hold and be held as I thank God for giving me time,<\/span><\/p>\n

A tear will fall from my angel’s eyes as she reads this little rhyme,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her meek little smile fools the unknowing of her love for me,<\/span><\/p>\n

I pray to be holding my angel Patti upon my birthday century.<\/span><\/p>\n

By Pat for Patti\u00a0 August 19, 2015<\/span>
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1969 Fueled By Her Touch<\/span><\/h2>\n

Look to the sky and absorb the blue but you will never see paradise’ entry,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s a door framed with blue of sky with an air curtain that’s impossible to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

Touch a dream or let a dream touch you to set sail upon a magic vessel of love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hold her photograph near and pull her to your heart before traveling above,<\/span><\/p>\n

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In a vessel made of air you set sail into the sky to discover the secret of love,<\/span><\/p>\n

The “secret” if known may settle the world or it may test what you’re made of,<\/span><\/p>\n

I love and I have loved so deeply I thought my heart would rupture from pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m a rare bird I am, I fly the sky fueled by but her touch, I am worn and plain,<\/span><\/p>\n

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If truth be known she was thirteen when love erupted within my heart forever,<\/span><\/p>\n

When told I was too young to love at seventeen and to move on, I replied never,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m am not a fisherman by trade nor do I want to know other fish in the sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

Beautiful Patti is my dream girl and upon waking she is the angel I wish to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I have kissed her lips to have my heart set sail and lift me above Mother Earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

The riches of the earth have been granted me to find her in the city of my birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

A big blue sky is forever overhead in my little town of Borger Texas by name,<\/span><\/p>\n

Two souls perfectly placed through time that they may again unite the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My beautiful little town bore the brunt of providing men of steel for the war,<\/span><\/p>\n

Though fear filled every pore and tears of goodbye flowed freely, tears I wore,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve but one dear friend remaining that was drafted away from all he knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

He carries the remnants of that war deep inside as we all will have to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I met the enemy head on in a cell of Russian command with brutality abound,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a moment of dark desperation I cried to be free of the pain of being bound,<\/span><\/p>\n

I carry shame that I cried “mama” as I faded into the darkness of war’s travesty,<\/span><\/p>\n

And worse I cried Patti’s name also in hope she would once more appear to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Amarillo means yellow for the gold she holds beneath her gold enriched soil,<\/span><\/p>\n

The city was born of necessity on the flat panhandle of Texas to sell what they toil,<\/span><\/p>\n

Men of steel were developed upon the plains of wind and sometimes crystal skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

And we were chosen unfairly it was discovered as another widowed mother cries,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Those of us with the wealth of good fortune returned to the girls with our heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

So desperately I prayed that she would welcome me home so we could start,<\/span><\/p>\n

To blue summer skies I returned to the goddess of my dreams since seventeen,<\/span><\/p>\n

Decimated from a long hospital stay I came home although I came home lean,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Her eyes excite me so much with but a blink and a sparkle of reflecting moon,<\/span><\/p>\n

I came “home” from war but my home no longer contained my personal room,<\/span><\/p>\n

All I needed was a little time to get my feet on the ground and start over again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Most of all, upon the land I so love her touch gave my heart lift, we could begin.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat November 1969<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  Love   Volume Ten   CONTENTS My Love is Written in Sands of Time The Angel in My Heart Gold Dust of You 1970 Frost Covered Glass I Savor Her Kiss 1965 Slip Away, Sweet Patti My 68th Birthday Review 1969 Fueled By Her Touch       My Love is Written in Sands […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-555","page","type-page","status-publish","czr-hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/555","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=555"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/555\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1186,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/555\/revisions\/1186"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=555"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}