Inebriation has flooded my bearings to induce a staggering walk,

Words flow from my heart but don’t reach my tongue when I talk,

I’ve loved you from my beginning that began from a vision at night,

A vision of hope to ease my lonely heart revealed to me by sight,

Each word of praise I’ve given you are laced with truth and love,

Words whispered in your ear or spoken aloud I also share above,

Heaven is with me at all times and I love the sky’s heavenly blue,

I’ve soared the blue of heaven fueled by kisses given me by you,

Upon a time four years ago my heart filled with love for only you,

My heart filled with growing love but three years later I became blue,

I wrote a letter home to tell you I would be there, that I had not forgot,

Then came that empty month that was void of the one I had sought,

I’ve lost your love I’m sure but how are you lost when I came to you?

Drink delivered drunkenness creating a fog I couldn’t feel through,

Brothers in arms they’re called yet they stole from me and what for?

I saved to buy a ring for you to have it stolen by my comrades of war,

A far greater pain felt was no letter from you, it’s troublesome to me,

I’ve lost your love it seems before the ring was stolen by our military,

No doubt I’m “lost of heart” would be the term if I tried to describe,

Is there a doctor of love for pain of heart, what would he prescribe?

I endured a hospital stay of three months but it’s reward is I’m out,

Perhaps someday I’ll find out what your love’s departure was about,

You will be my first love and I have no doubt you’ll be the only one,

I’ll never marry, as I journey through life my journey of love is done,

As eternity’s journey goes by my love for you will endure through life,

You’re the inspiration of heart that helped me survive wartime strife,

This rhyme of heartache bears truth of love that I carried four years,

I wiped away tears of home as seeing you again brought new* tears,

End 1969

New 2019

A miracle of love occurred as has happened in my life many a time,

This paragraph I write now came fifty years later to finish this rhyme,

The warmth of sunshine best describes how your love envelopes me,

For over fifty four years I’ve loved you and you are still beautiful to see,

I’ve tried throughout my life to convince you of how beautiful you are,

I fell in love with a woman although barely in her teens a woman by far,

You’re still a teenager to me although your the oldest teenager I know,

Still a tender kiss upon my lips fills me with love and makes me glow.

The end. 😘 I love you.

*You came down the hill in your white Ford Falcon.

I heard a tune that went straight to my soul and gave me wings,

I can’t recall the melody but it came from my angel that softly sings,

All the pipers played a sad melody for the soldiers departed to war,

The drum and fife drew upon departed souls to play an elders score,

Goodbye I heard so loud as I held a photograph near my lips in vain,

In a distant window a lone small candle burns in memory of the slain,

Humanity reigns again as the emotions of war makes grown men cry,

Memories of departure flood my heart as her love makes me soar high,

Forgive me I cry, my bullets were fired true as devastation was the result,

A heavy burden we’ll carry for life but journalist brand us in a final insult,

Yet the drum and bugle plays a march for those whose youth is denied,

During daylight of war I’d see her in my mind and alone at night I cried,

My life began the day I saw her there so beautiful with long dark hair,

I was born to be with her I have no doubt in my heart, worry or a care,

When pressures seem too heavy and pain inflicts it’s due I think of her,

She is in my heart or at my side, I rejoice that her love is in my coffer.

The end. I love you

Years have rambled across the landscape doing so with me in tow,

I no longer measure time in hours or days instead it’s weeks I know,

Intense enduring pain with increments so large it seems I must stow,

Enduring pain finds little comfort yet while so my heart is set aglow,

Her fingertips lightly touching my flesh lifts my being into the sky,

A soft kiss given to me by her is so invigorating that I feel I can fly,

Her kisses are gifts from heaven that awaken me to fly up so high,

My heart pumps love for her while my life fluid carries sex stimuli,

To be encapsulated in whole by aura of angels kiss sets me aglow,

Must be a reward from heaven for something I don’t recall or know,

She invigorates my being to extremes of feelings I will never forgo,

The moment I’m in her presence all of my male driven desires grow,

As she enters my space I’m of a small child to be filled with delight,

Childlike innocence is mine to enjoy a few seconds if ever so slight,

I am born of love to be loved by her yet is it unfair if I am losing sight,

My oneness of life is known as her presence bonds my guiding light,

My heart truly knows delight with sensations of tingle during a kiss,

Hear my words of love spoken true in every word I will speak of this,

Does a man give completely or does he surrender in full as if remiss,

I place my being with exposed heart of love to be hers to never miss,

Please know arrogance has no place here as I surrender upon knee,

While arthritic joints support my being I shall use this time perfectly,

“Join me angel to celebrate more than fifty years together happily,”

With these words I’ve tried to be open as I express loving you by me.

The end. By Pat for Patti, I love you baby.

12/02/2018 /03:10AM

I crossed the boundaries of time and space for you, it’s true,

With mental fortitude I tailored a craft inside which I flew,

Reality ruled as Vietnam’s war was reason I escaped to you,

I held you dear as I understood you were the sanity I’d return to,

Still I crave my lips placed upon a liquor bottle’s neck, yes I do,

I avoided napalm’s hell with heat above now I need escape to,

Therapy and healing will return me to war if it’s what I want to do,

As tears fall I beg, have you not heard my sobs echo around you?

My hair has grayed and muscles I gained are gone, my mind too,

Memories of men’s brutality upon my frame cause tears to brew,

Where is my photograph of her that I’m desperately addicted to?

Angel of saving light please guide me home, Patti I beg this of you,

I’ve written rhymes of love for you numbering a thousand, it’s true,

Help cleanse my flesh I beg I’m made too unclean to be near you,

I’m filthy through as I was raped by thirty six men paying their due,

Dislocation torture wrecked body and mind but for dreams of you,

These lines upon my face were your gifts of time to me, a few,

No letters to my name creates a new name but not inflicted by you,

“No Mail Pat” is how I’m known for two years now, in this hospital too,

I’ve lines upon my face from worrying of you finding someone new,

Not long ago I once stood erect, also handsome tall, I wasn’t askew,

I’ve a story of hardship in my heart and my war journey return to you,

The wear upon my face is a soldier’s disgrace, so is citizens hate too,

Too tears I cried alone in a foreign cell as my remaining lifetime flew,

Now I’ll put my fate in God’s hands as I pray you’re praying for me too,

I’ve kept your picture safe from harm inside my flesh I have held you,

In my heart and mind I have held you in a lover’s waltz, it’s all true,

Though dislocated and unable to stand I smiled because, I love you,

To hear birds sing lifted my heart to enter precious memories of you,

With the convertible top down your beautiful face framed by sky blue,

I touched American soil from a stretcher laid flat while thinking of you,

I’m returning home, I’ll kiss you again if it’s the last thing I do, I love you.

The end, by Pat for Patti. 1969

If I had the skill to lasso and to ride wild in the hills of Texas,

I would use my special skills along with my cardiac plexus,

Swinging my rope overhead I’d lasso parts of Texas for you,

A beautiful acre of Texas land under skies of heavenly blue,

If I could write a beautiful verse along with melodies in tune,

A song written of you would be enough to make men swoon,

Verses written of heavenly angels would include you for sure,

If a man had difficulty falling in love you’re a carrier of the cure,

If I were a photographer gifted God’s touch of the magic eye,

I would use such gifted talent to show the world of whom I sigh,

Photographs of a beauty like you should be converted into art,

I’d hire a great artist of oil paintings to paint you nude or in part,

If I were a skilled sculptor with gifted hands I would sculpt you,

As I’ve seen you all of my life I’d sculpt an angel for all to view,

With majestic wings opened wide so everyone can see you fly,

Long flowing hair adds to your beauty of the angel in the sky,

But if I was a gentleman yet perhaps I am too of whom I write,

As a gentleman of searching eye I would ask for a date tonight,

For you are truly beautiful more so than this man has ever seen,

When my eyes focused on you I felt as if my love was obscene,

It appears I’m a man of verse attempting a gentlemanly way,

For truth to be known my heart was yours on the very first day,

My heart cried out for you each time you passed from my view,

Hear the truth of my heart’s affections, “I’m in love with you”.

The end, by Pat for Patti

I know a boy who is getting old faster than me,

He is now a teenager that ends in number three,

He is a handsome guy related to Kishk and King,

Upon his lip he is growing a teenage hair thing,

I hope he doesn’t mind that I’ve said so much,

Let’s sing happy birthday with kisses and such,

Make a wish for something other than to fly,

Or it may be granted and drop you from the sky.