Have you wondered late at night if my thoughts are of just you,

Sleep well my darling angel you have no reason to ever feel blue,

Before turning in at night I seek beautiful you with eyes so bright,

A photograph framed in gold watches over me most every night,

Upon first light I search for you in hopes of finding your smile,

When I see you smiling back at me it makes my life worthwhile,

But to see you in the morning sun makes everything seem new,

It’s my belief the sun was created to highlight the beauty of you,

One morning some time ago you rose and walked towards me,

The rising sun was perfect to create a halo that only I could see,

Birds fluttered about with morning joy with others singing aloud,

It seemed as if paradise came to greet you making me feel proud,

There’s been so many magic moments created by who you are,

When once I pushed you on a swing into the night air but not far,

Moon flowers grew everywhere as their fragrance filled the air,

God’s moonlight shined upon you as my eyes could only stare,

It’s who you are that brought me there to advance into your arms,

I was smitten half a century ago by your beauty and your charms,

Love at first sight comes seldom but for me there’s no doubt it came,

Before I say anymore, I must say, you sure look good with my name.

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

Time has shown the depth of my love that I have given to you,

To understand time is impossible if unwilling to live it through,

Pain of long separations laced with war created deep loneliness,

What track is taken by time if traveling heart ache’s emptiness,

The broken heart remains at war’s goodbye when it’s time to go,

Traces and fractions are often the same yet how much to say so,

How deep is the pain he ponders in search of his own way to heal,

Remembering the intensity of the pain and surviving by his own will,

Death’s inevitability convinces the pained more time is desirous,

Memories of youthful affairs creates a need to be adventurous,

Photographed memories return his soul to a place from long ago,

Clairvoyance exists between his heart and the one he loves so,

Battered, torn, with blood in slow flow a vaporous vision came,

Texas beautiful through to her soul he knew this beauty by name,

With her in view flowers come to be through concrete and mud,

From nowhere come songbirds and robins the color of blood,

Sunshine and mockingbirds, dewdrops and grass growing too,

Her eyes twinkle of love, her red cheeks compliment her glow,

No doubt she is of heaven, sent to bring reasons of want to live,

And his heart beats hard once more within a willingness to forgive,

With no burden of hate in his heart room for loving her is taken,

A soft whisper is heard “my love, you have not been forsaken,

I love you as you love me, together we shall enter heavens door,

You must and will survive, as you, you are what I’m living for”.

The end. By Pat partial written in 1969

For Patti. I love you my angel, forever in life, forever in death,

Eternity long I will be at your side. Pat

So often I’ve written lines in quest of tender touches of you,

It’s so hard to describe the actions I’m willing to go through,

Throughout life my heart has been overjoyed if you respond,

It’s as though your magic wand has sent me into the beyond,

I’ve gone beyond normal love to merge with a higher grade,

Many wrongs I’ve done in life yet my love is always displayed,

Wrong routes and tumble downs can’t change my heart’s way,

I expect so much of myself especially how my love is on display,

I must allow the words of love to flow but most of all describe,

Much like the artist’s canvas a portrait of love I must transcribe,

My words of love must identify who I am when read by verse,

And know I’m one directional without saying I’ll never reverse,

I hope I’ve said to the world that I’m her protector from the rain,

If dangers are imminent her assailants will know I’m there to reign,

Her little feet shall find comfort on my back to avoid the flood,

If necessary she may walk the length of my frame to avoid mud,

When others see her nude painting it’s of her beauty that I swell,

Pride swells within my heart that she chose me with whom to dwell,

Long ago she did something wrong yet hid it so I’d never know,

When told I already knew her poor heart worried that I would go,

If only she understood that my heart has loved her from the start,

Love if shown as bits of sand would fill every space inside my heart,

Such abundance of love for her dwells inside that I must be of sand,

I’m so filled with love for her I fear I’ll crumble if she holds my hand,

So many words of love used so many times to describe loving her,

My first viewing of her was a miracle of love that made my heart stir,

That sweet photograph of her was worn inside my bowels during war,

I love her so very much that I would do anything to show my love for,

At times I’ve seemed a giddy child just to be near a living dream,

I was so full of love and adoration I wasn’t as immature as I seem,

She deserved being as I had placed her upon a pedestal so high,

I plan to hold that same photo in my hands when I say goodbye.

The end, for Patti by Pat. I love you my beautiful little girl

Please consider lady love when my mind wonders of you every day,

Perhaps it doesn’t wonder but instead it wanders in attempts of play,

Oh how often I’ve been accused of thoughts unbecoming senior men,

Wisdom of age has spoken in telling me to say you’re beautiful again,

There’s a time not far removed from this time of aged lovers with need,

I’ve recalled what is I wonder, it seems your sex drive left with speed,

I remember that you’ve become impatient yet somehow I love that too,

There are so many wonderful things of you increasing my love for you,

I remember things I shouldn’t yet can’t remember the what’s I should,

I would remember everything I should want to remember if only I could,

But I do remember this, you’re so beautiful and sexy in most every way,

I know you’ve heard it too many times but is it so bad for me to say,

You’re so incredible in most every way that I want to yell it out loud,

I say aloud in wonderment, why you don’t realize you’re “IT” in a crowd,

At sixty six you’re still beautiful for a woman of forty one or even more,

When I see you walking by I think “when night comes I get to explore”,

I’m more in love every day even after everything we have been through,

Everything is behind us now if only fulfilling promises is what you’ll do,

Please don’t allow aging to block the way of making love every day,

Unless of course a handicap has caused excessive pain to block play,

Remember I’m filled with passion that is given to me because of you,

It’s with passion I’ve given my heart to you plus my sexual passion too,

When I look into your gorgeous eyes excitement of teenage sex ignites,

Touching your hand during ignition returns me to our late date nights,

I love to kiss your lips with your breasts against my naked chest so tight,

Please forgive me my angel for I’m captured without you having to fight,

I succumb to your essence for I surrender to what you will now become,

Please take control and tell me what your anatomy desires to be done,

In the morning I will awaken with sexual thoughts of you resurrected,

Your smile formed by angel’s red lips has aroused me as is expected,

Every woman of beauty or shape reminds me of you in a sexual way,

Your nudity arouses me even more, forgive me for wanting to play.

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

Wires and wings and all the things that make angels fly,

Magic wires unseen help generate lift to reach His sky,

By His hand and through His grace youth becomes men,

Prayers and faith will bring him home from war with no win,

A beating heart with exclamation points show his love is real,

Gunshot wounds and grenades create too much pain to feel,

Nighttime dreams of a girl back home bring tears into a man,

Prayers for her through the beating heart of a sad serviceman,

An alarm clock ring wakes young men who age ten fold a day,

He’ll walk over the coals and through rats nests to find the way,

Remembering a time that seems a million instead of just a year,

Listening for mother’s call to breakfast that he hopes to hear,

I drift away up high and away on a hammock of tied sheet,

The bandana around my head taints me speech just a beat,

Drive of Valley is far below next to Drive of Coble I can see,

The drive of grown men pushing cattle to roam in the valley,

It’s a beautiful place where vegetarian dinosaur roam free,

No monstrosities roam here in my dreams belonging to me,

I’ll share these dreams with the girl of long dark flowing hair,

Someday, someday soon together we will soar without a care,

Her hand in mine we see the sea as beautiful a sea as can be,

A kiss placed right or correctly there, placed perfectly by she,

Kisses of her give great lift as I fly high on borrowed angel wings,

Watch me soar and watch me fly but listen as our group sings,

We look below at peaceful lights placed through the forest for joy,

Campfire smoke crosses our path yet brings me the peace of a boy,

As a boy I ran through smoke to enjoy the sensation of a barbecue,

But in passed time the only sensation this man needs “is loving you”.

The end, by Pat for Patti

Tarnished words I speak aloud make me seem boisterous and proud,

Often a ringing loud in my ears fools my speech into speaking loud,

Prices getting high on everything I see processes things I don’t know,

Wondering out loud how long I’ll be around and if my gait’s too slow,

What a wicked thing life does when age overcomes who you were,

I’m a drifter now not of the wandering type but when thoughts stir,

Youth’s dreams of grandeur left my head as the hair color went white,

My sanity remained not of clarity but who it was holding me at night,

People I know look the same but remain someone they want to be,

Time is gone, the time has past us by, its time to pay can’t you see,

Deliver yourself to be reviewed as judgement falls upon actions now,

Every little good you’ve done will count against the ill wind somehow,

I’ll be delivered into paradise gates with the angel I wed walking near,

Her ticket of return to the group of angels best I pray will let me clear,

Did the best I could but it seems darkness was too much to overcome,

Ran a race of a hundred surgeries to stop bleeding but I never won,

Made love this morning for two hours to the girl I still love and adore,

Exchanging desire for passion pleases my soul into loving her more,

The dues I pay to be at her side are worth the price in pain every day,

A kiss is worth a thousand blows from iron man’s hand that I now pay,

Regret is a worthless rag when I beg for a million more blows in pay,

Her kisses will bind my wounds that I can heal in a miraculous way,

As people gather round to hear poetic rhymes delivered as a request,

I kneel on purple knees of arthritic bend to ask her hand for times test,

My pledge of allegiance to her is “beneath full moons my love will flow”,

Said aloud in a deep voice “your beauty is of an angels heavenly glow,”

Singing in the pouring rain, “waltz with me across the clouds of snow,”

Atop the clouds we’ll dance “a seniors final dance with the one I love so”

The end. By Pat for Patti