In your weakness of passion a veil is lifted to reveal so much more,

Exposed to my eyes is a reality that there is so much of you to adore,

You fear this persona as control is lost to the sensation of your desire,

I too am lost in a world of sensation as your kiss sets my heart afire,

My heart beats hard against your chest, for you my heart will not tire,

Nor will it die easy as my heart’s pulse is tied to yours by invisible wire,

I’ve not chased the wind in search of love since my heart skipped a beat,

It seemed an eternity until suddenly it synchronized with your heartbeat,

Once I came close I did, to touch the sky as teardrops filled my sad eyes,

Nearly lost to time I flew high as memories of you lifted me into blue skies,

More than once I’ve left my body and worried about your broken heart,

Although Heaven was within view my heart told me I should never part,

Your sweet essence has filled my soul while we have been locked in gaze,

Because of this please know I’ll always make it home for all of my days,

I feel as if I live in the springtime of my life and all illness is a part of fall,

My heart though worn is yours eternally and will always answer your call.

I love you

A soft whispering breeze carries a message of times long past,

I ask myself in bewilderment is it true that what transpires is cast,

Is my love enough to carry me through another illness and pain,

It’s not the agony or pain but the anchor of illness that I so disdain,

One two three four, try again, try once more, let me catch my breath,

Again I touch your hand as darkness invades holding me above death,

Without a doubt I will wake in agony as broken stones invade again,

The stretching of my urethra and ureter is how the pain will begin,

I’ve made the march of the innocent by invitation nearly fifty times,

Fifty times within six years is too much pain even if just in my rhymes,

The prospect of a beautiful rose tempts me under the knife once more,

Only thrice has an emergency laid claim to my fate as never before,

The rose of health or should I say my elusive blue rose never seen,

Once long ago before America wed my soul to the military machine,

Back then I shone with twinkling eyes and joy while I was in your view,

She was there, it was she the angel, of course you know she is you,

Again I speak of the elusive blue, the elusive rose of which I speak,

In each life there is the long sought rose that has what it is we seek,

While it’s been proven that I can endure extremes of pain each day,

Known as durable, strong, and an optimist are things others say,

Come near to me, my non-elusive queen and touch my soul with love,

Fill the hollows left by pain’s ravaging appetite with kisses from above,

Your heart delivers heaven with every beat and a promised kiss for me,

Your beautiful smile while residing within my vision is all I want to see,

As I wake to endure pains path through my anatomy I pray you’re here,

Breath is difficult today as my liver’s bleed has become actively clear,

My hepatic capsule torn from the organ it encapsulates will at times bleed,

Most often the four hour journey of pain is but a reminder I must cede,

I must surrender to pain and allow its due course while I find you to touch,

It’s your heart I desperately need, its in the angel of you I love so very much,

Smile tenderly at the writhing man as your touch allows teardrops to form,

To light upon the soil as if in a slow deliberate free fall of controlled norm,

I love one being so very much that tears of love betrays my strength,

I am tender of you, I am love of you, for you I have endured to the length,

With a tender touch from you my journey releases some of the torment,

Odd and strange as it may seem but in your presence I sense heaven’s scent,

Breath of an angel as she draws near to place upon my lips a tender kiss,  

I breathe deep to absorb her exhale of gases as they I don’t want to miss,

A kiss is medicine, it is release of endorphins that will remove some pain,

She I love is always at my side, for her I fight, I will always fight……..

……………………………………………………………………………………to remain.  

The end, by Pat for Patti. I love you

I saw you soaring above with wings spread wide flying so high,

Oh my gosh, your beauty overwhelms me, I fell such a small guy,

All my summers and winters too, are often spent in deep thought,

I thank St. Valentine for sending me to the beautiful one I sought,

Sensations of elation overwhelm my heart with electrical current,

Today I remember a time long ago when I was filled with torment,

Absent her presence near me was a feeling that I hated to endure,

You’re at my side today yet I must check as I’m still a bit unsure,

Once there was a young man that wandered far in search of you,

Forced into the fray I was there to fight with no reason or a clue,

The magic surrounding me brought not courage but feelings of you,

Feelings of you brought love that gave me courage to get through,

You and I have always wandered homeward with home being the other,

Today we are grayed lovers with a burning flame time cannot smother,

Although time has left its mark you are more beautiful than yesterday,

I will love you forever, you are even more beautiful with a touch of gray.

The end. By Pat for Patti

I love you, Happy St. Valentines Day 2/14/2017

No matter what, each day I’d wait for you, through rain and heartache too,

Each morning I’d sweep carbon from the foyer for just a glimpse of you,

My heart, my aching heart so longed to touch you and hold you near,

Each time my nerve grew to such point doubt would fill me with fear,

I’d work outside in hope to see you, washing windows in hopes to view,

My heart skipped beats it’s true, every time I’d catch a glimpse of you,

Saturday mornings just before noon I’d drop the canvas awning down,

Off and on for nearly two years I’d watch in case you came to town,

From the bakery three doors down and across the side street I’d walk,

You’d see me carrying coffee, and donuts for the off chance we’d talk,

To be available at certain times took work although you seemed oblivious,

I hoped to tell you of a boy that’s in love with you although it was obvious,

I fell in love with you when leaves covered trees two hundred seasons ago,

You’ve no idea of the pain endured by one tender heart that was in the know,

I ran away to escape my burdens not to chase girls as so many thought so,

When off work I’d walk the streets of main more than a hooker out on show,

At last sweet surrender came to be when at last your kiss was meant for me,

Never fall in love with a stranger they say but I must say a stranger I didn’t see,

Intentions grow old, my intentions knew the seasons and the cold, but didn’t see,

Let it flow, let it go, sweet surrender came, this time I gave my heart rather than flee,

Intentions sometimes fall behind the heart as my heart only knew one thing,

Heart you better watch out now or else she might break the oldest King,

If making you love me was a full time job I’d have been institutionalized long ago,

It seems I saw you more times than you would see me unless you didn’t show,

When sweet surrender came and our lips met at last I knew it was the beginning,

Soon to report as a riverboat machine gunner in Vietnam what could I bring,

My heart broke as I realized how unfair to ask a beautiful girl to wear my ring,

How joyous to both realize the truth upon first sight, what joy truth can bring,

One year two months and ten days were exceptionally harsh in that prayers come true,

I had prayed in desperation that somehow I’d be discharged and return to you,

The hardships I endured in that short time stretched the membrane of love’s  time,

The desperation I felt  to again feel your touch as I have written in rhyme after rhyme,

Still today I feel the tugs of extreme loneliness upon my heartstrings in absence of you,

But for an hour away and angst fills my heart as excess thoughts worry me through,

Joy and relief fill me still as I hear your footsteps across the living room floor,

Believe me I adore you more, now that you’re a beautiful woman of sixty four.

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

Each morning I’m surrounded by the things I said to you yesterday,

My mind is strange in its workings as it tracks what you hear me say,

Why it does such I have no idea but my words are derived of the heart,

Words pierce my heart before exiting my mouth, that’s how they start,

Each word spoken of my lips carry a part of my lifeblood if spoken to you,

Strange it may sound I truly understand but it’s of the things I say and do,

Before I depart, surrounded by my words of unheard meaning tell me please,

Those five seconds of haste you used today did they set your mind at ease,

Tell me I beg or do I speak too much each day with unrelated love words,

So many skeletal words of descriptive content sounding unlike love birds,

In a beautiful dream I spoke in decree that words of love must be used,

Each morning to no matter whom or where kind words must be infused,

Mmmmm oh joy, mmmm I love to hear you sigh when I whisper love to you,

Deep within your throat a sound just I know can be heard flowing through,

I am a man who writes words that have been marinated in my lifeblood,

Words spoken from my heart that have absorbed my love from the life-mud,

If spoken to I must decipher your words for hidden love meanings for me,

Although multidirectional words may fall beyond our minds ability to see,

Skeletal love words unheard blend all to create our nutritious word soil,

Have you calmed for a moment or two to hear childlike wonder while I toil,

It’s a beautiful dream it is, to see you stand with wings spread open wide,

In a field of dream words that grow perfect of form to surround my bride,

A vine of descriptive word surrounds your essence with a future song bloom,

Each bloom a future song or melody that releases love’s joy into the room,

Deep in thought I am of you for my heart knows nothing but to love you,

Each process within my mind must be filtered of you in all I say and do,

All pathways of thought within my mind are now filled with discard of word,

Love is a nutrient that enriches our bloodstream to reject what is absurd,

So many words stored in an architectural framework so they are contained,

The King’s love for his Queen is beyond descriptive word I have explained,

Thus the words wait, stored in architectural form that I may mix old with new,

Scattered throughout my mind’s pathways are words never used for you,

How I ask should a man use stainless steel or frames made of alloys in speech,

I mean love speak, words of the night, words to set her afire, of this I beseech,

So many words fill my brain but as of now I will try to use a word or two for you,

Please be seated upon this alloy frame that I may speak a love word or two,

As darkness surrounds my mind it is of night-come rather than failing health,

Night fall is so gentle as it absorbs the daylight I shall exist in a lover’s wealth,

Come near my angel, allow my words to console your tired heart for tonight,

My kiss placed softly upon your earlobe with a slight tug makes it all right,

Mmmmm oh yes there it is, the oft unheard angel’s soft two note love chime,

It is my two note love chime brought of her essence in surrender to my rhyme,

So many loves have come before us yet non have known the extremes of heart,

I cross heaven’s threshold with knowledge of love which others had no part,

My love has been written upon unfelt pages with ones and zeros that never die,

From the wasteland of discarded love words that never felt right but only dire,

I have found words to transpire generations of love poets, songsters and more,

My words simple of form flow so easy, “I love you Patti, you are what I live for”.

The end.  For Patti by Pat

Just the other day it was when I strolled through memories in my mind,

So many memories of happiness yet laden with pain that was so unkind,

Beautiful memories of you loving me interrupted by news of going blind,

Quickly I’d waif the news of such until loving memories came to my mind,

Every memory of late seems to be laced with surgery and excessive pain,

Reader don’t shed a tear because for her love I have struggled to remain,

I ask how sacred are these final minutes before I leave, will I even return,

To return to health and make love to you as before is a dream I so yearn,

Too many times I’ve committed my breath to surgeons with open trust,

The masked faces whose eyes I recognize will soon become sleep dust,

In the final sixty seconds as I rolled down the hallway I’d live my life anew,

At the speed of light my mind reviewed every touch and kiss given by you,

Wait! I’m afraid! I’m so afraid this is the last time her beautiful face I’ll see,

Oh Fate, Father Time or Grim Reaper! Can’t one of you hear my sad plea?

The seconds are few as I saw the doctor press the plunger to silence me,

Yet so much can fly through a man’s mind in a partial second of eternity,

May God bless this beautiful flower that came to me so very long ago,

Her beauty is endearing to my aged heart as her face is of youth’s glow,

Comfort her lonely soul and whisper words of comfort should I pass on,

Our bond is so strong I fear eternity may pull upon her until she too is gone,

Each time I’ve laid upon my back and the drugs came coursing through,

I’d ask forgiveness for my sins then I’d ask God to give blessings to you,

As I journeyed both sides of reality there were times that could be reviewed,

I’ve lingered twixt reality and neither world as parts of your life I viewed,

Within the microsecond of reality and afterlife every year is quickly seen,

I search for you in every mental frame and then I search in every scene,

There’s a common thread within my life that interlaces every moment,

Find a dream or moment slept and she will be there easing my torment,

How strange it is that I recall the darkness that’s void thoughts or sensation,

I fear that place as I need dreams of loving you that I may feel love’s elation,

With a jolt everything returns to me as pain courses through me like a plague,

A switch is flipped making me aware of the pain as air for my lungs is vague,

Pain has been my tormentor for so long yet I pay pains dues that I may remain,

To awaken to torment has its reward for when pain calms Patti makes her claim,

It is I she seeks, I the man so riddled with pain’s torment yet she loves me so,

Her first kiss brings depth of heart and with her first sparkling eyed smile I know,

She loves me.

The end, by Pat for Patti