I remember these things of long ago for what it’s worth,

It all began twenty one years after my earth born birth,

Difficulty remembering blocks memories of when I’d fight,

Yet I easily recall night when I would hold your photo tight,

Laying still in the pouring rain holds no memory I find dear,

But I remember trying to avoid death as I filled with fear,

As the notice of draft flashed in my head I’d hold you tight,

Your photograph was my sole comfort each and every night,

How I wanted to hold you tight if ever I’d again be near,

The biggest fear I knew was you wanting me to disappear,

But once again I would do the same in the darkness of night,

I’d hold you near to my heart until I would again feel right,

Many times the photo has been reprinted as it’s getting worn,

The original I keep hidden as it would hurt if ever it was torn,

My greatest treasure in life is your photo I hold each night,

To stare into your eyes brings relief and moments of delight,

How I miss you as I hold your photograph next to me,

Salty teardrops trace my face making it difficult to see,

I fell so deeply in love with you on the very first night,

Never have I doubted my loving you or felt it wasn’t right,

There is no doubt that my main purpose in life is to love you,

When I came through that window I knew what I had to do,

I became obsessed and the next night I held a photo tight,

The obsession was you as I prayed for you every night,

While training in Dallas you were always in my heart,

Then the draft returned me home to do my patriotic part,

While home on leave a moment of tender love was right,

Your kiss awoke emotions felt as I held your photo tight,

Evening shadows brought fear as I yearned to hold you,

A moment too far away in time and in travel distance too,

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a chance to hold you tight,

The beauty within a photograph got me through the night.

The end. I love you Patti

Our journey has been so very long yet taking little time,

An event within each day inspires another love rhyme,

Perhaps it comes from spoken word or from a soft sigh,

I have felt inspired by love from the twinkle in your eye,

When frustrations fill me through you always find a way,

To fill my heart with love making me grateful for the day,

Such occasions are plentiful and form memories to hold,

No doubt my mind will be filled by the time I become old.

The end. By Pat for Patti

I love you baby

05/31/2021

Age 73

When I write a poem for you it’s always very long,

Perhaps that’s because my love is so very strong,

Words to describe loving you seem small when said,

So many words of loving you are dancing in my head,

You ask that my next rhyme be shorter in its form,

That is so difficult to go against my style and norm,

Today I’ll try very hard to shorten my love you rhyme,

Take every word of love multiplied a quadrillion time,

Then a lifetime of heartbeats times eternity or more,

To measure the immeasurable love in my love reservoir,

Thanks a trillion or more for bringing our kiddos to earth,

For Mother’s Day wouldn’t exist without a child’s birth.

The end. I love you Patti. By Pat for Patti on Mother’s Day

I didn’t get to tell that my heart

pains for you when apart,

Even when the distance is short

it pains my “love for you” heart,

Each day as I drive away I pray

your day will be good,

I would spend each day

in your arms if only I could.

The end, by Pat for Patti
05/03/2021

These words I write flow from the depth of my soul,

Words erupt from thoughts once held in a silent role,

Bursting forth to express deep feelings of loving you,

Even I am surprised at the intensity flowing through,

Half a century knowing you has made my love intense,

Everything about you is real you never show pretense,

The affect your body has on me and the fact you know,

Is even sexier than your every move that excites me so,

Each gray hair I wear was earned as dues in honor of you,

So quickly it changed from black to white as I paid my due,

A fee must be paid in my life for the good times at your side,

Many times death came near but our love won’t be denied,

This skin I wear has served me well as a vessel of our love,

Since love is what it mainly contains it fits me like a glove,

Somehow flesh over my body’s form finds favor with you,

The smile you radiate towards me is joyful and loving too,

Mannerisms of my being are conveyed in my spoken word,

Love expressed must be spoken well that it can be heard,

Passion whispered or said aloud can be of love expressed,

How it is said changes everything if it’s sexually professed,

From our first kiss came the instant true love would begin,

I felt extreme desire derived from love anchored deep within,

I must confess of what I do each time before I kiss your lips,

My eyes explore your full breasts creating heartbeat skips,

To fully express love while attempting to explain my ways,

Is near an impossibility likely devouring several long days,

To find expressive words in telling you and others how I feel,

Is a love exercise of futility yet for a half century proven real,

I say today that I desire you more today than yesteryear,

Deep in my memory of five decades past I recall the fear,

That desire or our love could fade with age but it has not,

For the intensity of our passion is more than a teen has got.

The end. Written 4/29/21 by Pat for Patti

I love you my little angel.

I love everything about you.

So tenderly I extend my arm and fingers for a gentle touch,

An unexpected urge produced desire beyond so very much,

Upon entering the part of my mind filled with desire I’m lost,

Desire overtakes every thought producing love’s exhaust,

I have urges produced by desire that result from my male lust,

I swear it’s true these male hormones make me feel I may bust,

To maximize sensations within requires you to excite my loin,

Abilities to excite my loin comes with ease that I lustfully join,

The giggle in your talk or the wiggle in your walk overpower,

Pouts made by your lips produce loin thrusts or a cold shower,

There is no age in your breasts or has your buttocks aged so,

Of all the women in the world you’re the most beautiful I know,

Atop I cultivate white plains of snow more so than black hair,

The only white hair given me by you was wonder if you care,

Too much time slithered by while in wait for just one tiny word,

From a white chariot “promise?” the miracle from you I heard,

I’ve been yours since the day we met as I impolitely crawled in,

My eyes took control of my everything as love needed to win,

My heart does more than pump my blood to move O2 about,

Love’s creation within this man came to be that day no doubt,

An angel said to me “I love you” without saying a single word,

The radiance of your beautiful glow said so much yet unheard,

I knew that day as you did too that one day we’d join as one,

Cells produced in my heart and mind say “my love you’ve won”.

The end. By Pat for Patti

I love you my darling little angel.