Oh tender little fingers please expose how she truly feels,

If you will dance a slight tap dance in my palm so it reveals,

That she does love me with every ounce she carries inside,

Tap out a message of love so I know I haven’t been denied,

Let me hear too that cute giggle no one has heard but me,

Or the nervous clearing of a throat trying to speak clearly,

Please lock eyes with me to see hazel eyes touched with blue,

Slowly moving across my face to find markers of loving you,  

I know every nuance of a childlike voice from within a woman,

Every cuteness you exhibit is ingrained forever within this man,

In times so momentous of this man’s life each one is clearly seen,

During moments of torture although weak my love remained keen,

Burning forever inside as each treasured expression played on,

Only you can see the lines of my face where teardrops have gone,

Where teardrops have gone should be treasured inside our heart,

As well bonds of our melding when stretched to nearly come apart,

Anytime you drove by I felt elation mixed with sadness to near cry,

So filled with fear you’d never accept my words before warriors die,

As each fray came to be entered my heart yearned for your expression,

If only you could hear me as I spoke of feelings in my love confession,

With the gift of a sailor’s hat your heart and mind awoke at last to me,

Through the fog of teenage years a woman of sixteen came to be,

And with a kiss it was sealed without a word spoken the past was dead,

Almost three years of mornings had passed with you first in my head,

Where teardrops have gone are treasured memories of loving you,

To see you brought elation although your apprehension made me blue,

Yet each moment is treasured as through falling sand it came to be,

The exact wonderful second when you decided to wait for only me,

I know your heart’s light became brighter as you awaited my return,

And I felt it a thousand miles from afar as I felt your love start to burn,

From a small flame silently burning to keep love alive from fourteen,

The fire of true love ignited as if awoken when you were but sixteen,

It was then you realized you’d loved me forever and the fear you felt,  

Remembering the sensation of love at first sight when you’d near melt,

The trembling of your fingers as you stood in a closet next to me,

I whispered are you cold in hopes you’d say yes to be held closely,

It seemed your voice would freeze each time you came to my store,

Almost every week you came by after asking your mother for more,

And you stopped by to tell me the words were no and ask what I’d done,

The purity of my past tainted by venomous lies from the rejected one,

Three fights placed a reputation of violence as mine although untrue,

That I had known many girlfriends were a lie as I had loved only you,

Time has passed to find us deeply in love and the battle goes on,

And the spoken lies continue from the one wanting me to be gone,

We have loved the other more with each quickly passing day,

And every cuteness you exhibit are even more on love’s display,

Even when making love you have such a cute little “love you” sound,

When love rages to burn like an inferno each nuance can be found,

Your love is a beacon that calls forever to my heart that I’m found,

Somehow you have known my presence without hearing a sound,

When in your early teens you’d find me although I had just returned,

You captured each moment of longing as my lonely heart yearned,

With your smile and expression I knew why you had found just me,

Your love was apparent although unsaid it was clear for me to see,

Your mother’s rules were to be honored if I had future plans of you,

I realized that I must learn every nuance to help me get through,

Where teardrops have gone is a place of elation although sad too,

For without those tears this man wouldn’t realize what he had to do,

Loneliness of the draft took me far away but somehow closer to you,

Each day for nearly fifty years true love has found something new,

The age in my face and the etchings of teardrops past become unseen,

Not from trickery or surgeon skill but from your eyes beautiful gleam,

The red flecks in your eyes are said particles of this rusted man,

Though you remain gold this rusted steel proudly does what he can,

And I pray for more years to love you and enjoy marriage to my wife,

How many men celebrate their wedding day each day of his life,

I study your actions and characteristics each day in search of new,

Along with your tremendous beauty there is so much more of you,

I will stand forever at your side to proudly say I belong to this woman,

If needed as a male slave I will tell anyone that I am your pet human,  

The dancing of your tender fingers will tap a dance one last night,

Expressing sweet love for me in anticipation of my final flight.  

The end.