The morning is brighter when you are near in morning bliss,

Along with your beautiful smile it must be followed by your kiss,

I love morning bliss,

Morning bliss can be a sound you love such as a singing bird,

Sometimes it’s that you’re sharing with me a songbird that you heard,

This is my morning bliss,

If I could surround you with songbirds of every type to sing,

I would do this for you that morning bliss it would bring,

A gift of morning bliss,

Your soft spoken words with a hidden sound is my bit of my bliss,

To complete the gift of bliss I must receive your tender kiss,

I love your morning bliss,

No morning could be better as you go about on angel’s wings,

I relax in wait of my awake to see what the day brings,

I do so in your bliss,

When I see your smile and how much you enjoy the songbird song,

The bliss I feel comes from you, at your side is where I belong,

I love morning bliss and you.

The end.

If only I could write a book of the wonders of you,

Chapters written about you and the things you do,

A wonderful book of joyful days filled with delight,

From preface to the end every word must be right,

Chapter one would begin with a hug of pure love,

Pure love from my heart for the one I dream of,

Pages filled with words of description of loving you,

A beautiful narrative history begins in Chapter Two,

Each page carefully typed of the perfect word,

My hopes are that not everything has been heard,

Angels are upon our earth I will attempt to show,

One angel is exceptional I will let the world know,

A page turned releases essence of you to explore,

Vaporous words releasing emotions not felt before,

What draws man to beauty may be read in my book,

My addiction to you explained, a smile is all it took,

A walk into the woods at dawn’s infancy best describes,

A journey into awaking are the words my mind scribes,

Youth’s blanketing fog lifted as we held hands to walk,

Trepidatious apprehension of the unseen creates a balk,

Sunrise brings so much joy to name her angel of sunrise,

Enter into the day my beauty with sparkling hazel eyes,

Reserved for you are pages to savor the joys of first light,

Kisses of rose petal tenderness with morning dew delight,

Bring forth life in full as we explore my book honoring you,

It’s written from my heart my sweet angel of morning dew,

You delight in God’s glories as heaven’s beams shine down,

I will write of pleasure as I watch you love those around,

Familial love blooms from your heart as if spring each day,

I must insert each special day although impossible some say,

True it is, to write of each wonderful day is an impossible task,

A full chapter for an answer and the question men in love ask,

Our love is reciprocal from the start, my greatest blessing,

My love for you is eternal and is a love that’s never ending,

My desire, my fire is to fulfill your dreams even the smallest,

Among the men in your heart I pray to be honorable and tallest,

To stand tall in the eyes of an angel is more than most will do,

My final chapter will have no ending but will be devotion to you,

The words will slowly fade into tomorrow’s horizon for discovery,

From heaven’s window we will watch as I love you into eternity.

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

Look one last time to find the depth of her soul,

Don’t shed a tear he tells himself of his silly goal,

Gaze deep into her eyes as though the first time,

He sees her as perfect of profile, to him sublime,

The pedestal she has stood upon is made of him,

Ninety years of endurance has left him very thin,

Yet he remained though called home time ‘n’ again,

Victory to her admirer was one more second to win,

Behind closed doors he sobs and regains composure,

Look at the two of them, true love doesn’t know closure,

He would endure anything to gain one more day for her,

Her pretty smile brings him to his feet although it’s torture,

He allows no others to bring water to quench her thirst,

She whispers softly that she will know the glories first,

Unable to contain himself he holds her and cries aloud,

Sweet husband for seventy years you’ve made me proud,

Prayers of love can bring more in return than known,

To the last moment extreme love for the other was shown,

Her last breath is drawn but as family lifts dad it’s known,

The two have flown together to find their heavenly home.

The end, by Pat. I love you Patti

Baby, my darling, my angel of morning light,

It bothers me to ask but I must deal with my plight,

I need my blue hard drive that rests in the chair,

I’d retrieve it myself but I’d have to quickly get there,

I’m afraid I will chill since my old tired blood yet moves

I’m wet you see and too lazy to dry so to you it behooves,

Yes, I’m lazy and trying to say it is your duty please,

If I wasn’t submerged I’d beg on my bended wet knees,

But you couldn’t see that since I’m warm in this hot tub,

You may save me from danger as my toe could stub,

Many dangers and perils exist if I move before fully awake,

I’m so dorky in the morning I couldn’t even feel an earthquake,

Just another reason to love you even more than before,

Keep adding mornings until we hit evermore.   I love you.

In a world of pressure and the painful things I live through,

Each moment of release and happiness is found in you,

From deep within my heart I take pause for a moment,

I use it to cherish each moment with you I have spent,

Oh how I love you, I must speak so now with words true,

My hopes were high yet never did I imagine as it is with you,

No man could ever imagine the joys I’ve known my life through,

There are no words known to describe being loved by you,

In my darkest moments I’ve cried for you in fear of my death,

I’ve no fear of dying yet I cringe at the thought of final breath,

Departure is so unkind as you and I have known from long ago,

Helplessness invades the heart knowing your loved must go,

Yet we endured with open eyes seeking our future hand in hand,

We stood against all odds and we survived each battle’s stand,

I dream, yes, I still dream of days allowed to devote only to you,

So desperately I want to hold you with nothing else I need to do,

Alone with our thoughts we will wade the waters of time’s shore,

Hand in hand two hearts synced to beat together forevermore,

This is my five verse rhyme written on a whim to say it’s true,

No matter where we are I will always be deeply in love with you.

The end, by Pat for Patti.

May I pray Lord for the troubles that bear down on my mind,

I’m so broken over the treatment Vietnam Vets seem to find,

Still I remember ribbons torn from my chest by those that hate,

We fought to protect their rights yet there is no way to correlate,

Teddy bears and broken hearts seem to be arm in arm coming home,

So many brought a plush toy as a reminder of the life they had known,

I look at the stars and reflect upon the nights of combat so far away,

Shock therapy and my mind have hidden away memories of that day,

As I left the hospital grounds I had my precious discharge hid away,

Honorable discharges don’t come easy unless you did as they’d say,

Proudly we left the grounds to hecklers and protester’s evil glare,

My paltry seven ribbons seemed bare to the ribbons Marines wear,

Yet they were mine and proudly worn upon my chest for all to see,

Since both of my hands were occupied, a protester tore them from me,

“Stand down,” the order came from the Shore Patrol reading my eyes,

Although weakened from injuries still I can kill as my appearance lies,

Another’s hands upon me with rage brings flashbacks of months past,

Psychiatrists and drugs have diminished the need that revenge be cast,

Until this moment of test have I had to control an urge trained into me,

React immediately to protect myself and kill or weaken the enemy,

As I try to calm my damaged being and control my mental rage to smite,

I think of a long kiss goodbye as I left her behind one beautiful night,

As I try to bend to pick up my ribbons an Army amputee offers a hand,

The feeling of self pity suddenly dies as I realize he isn’t able to stand,

Time has been unkind I must say but without loving her I’d have died,

He handed me my ribbons with a wink but for some reason I just cried,

I stood and sobbed the tears the shrinks had tried to pry from my mind,

And I reached out blindly seeking the first kind soul’s hand I could find,

I’m so weak from my ordeal it took three months so I could walk,

During that time the psychiatric doctors tried hard to get me to talk,

I said what needed to be said to be enough for them to be wrong,

Telling me if she loved me she would have written and we don’t belong,

My heart clung to my love for her and golden silence locked her inside,

Yet I clung to loving her and tried not to listen but I admit I often cried,

And here I stand broken by a protester pulling ribbons from my chest,

Four months ago this wouldn’t have happened when I was at my best,

That moment seemed to last an eternity but it most likely was short,

Those men, those proud men stood tall and offered me their support,

I knew some of the dischargees as we were called that happy day,

But there were those born warriors that would’ve preferred to stay,

Two of our group knew my plight and of the brutality I had endured,

I must say none of us honorably discharged men left there cured,

They comforted me and for some reason protected this weakened man,

We soldiers, sailors, and warriors band together in support when we can,

We are your Vietnam Vets and we shall endure this treatment to the end,

It has been fifty years of mistreatment preventing us the chance to mend,

As I boarded the bus protester’s rage brought spit along with stone,

Except for those that love we men, in America Vietnam Vets are alone,

I made a vow to myself that day to lock away my experiences inside,

It was difficult to keep it hid away deep inside, it cannot be denied,

I married that girl because the doctors were wrong and I was right,

But sometimes the war reared its head as nightmares in the night,

But six years ago the silence came to an end as PTSD took command,

I recalled everything I witnessed as well as each that died of my hand,

Once more I clung to loving her and it was she that carried me through,

Crying, I asked forgiveness for sins of war, sweetly she said, “I love you.”

The end.  Thank you Patti