Words I could never say fell from my lips onto the arms of she I hold,

Pray tell, my angel of morning light, why such precious teardrops of gold,

Each moment in sorrows pathway strains my heartbeat as if stalled,

Don’t you hear the whispered words of love begging my love be recalled,

See me through your teardrop’s haze I plead as I worship you from aground,

Listen carefully I plead my beautiful little girl for it is I whispering love’s sound,

It is not of slapping flesh as mine is of purity of heart where true love is found,

Mine are of tender whispers in your ear bringing love into the primal sex sound,

Hold near my angel as I approach your nape of tenderness to soon light,

No don’t I beg as I have been here so may times to be crushed with might,

Pleading anxiously that I may be accepted for a tender kiss upon your neck,

Having once dwelled there another rejection will make me a nervous wreck,

Teardrops of red have fallen for so long from my heart if only I might kiss,

Heaven’s created nape of tender angel’s neck please angel remember this,

My poor heart has anguished of this rejection meant for me and me alone,

Tell me of my sin against you and with all I am I promise for you I will atone,

I cannot enter heaven’s gate this way as I linger in purgatory for worship of you,

And I will give thanks that I have been blessed again with such an angelic view,

It is you I see and pray to see forevermore for but a glance is what I now implore,

And each time you are removed from my view I exchange pain for a second more,

Please see in me again the man who once placed nape kisses upon you,

If only you would reveal the truth and speak words that I know what to do,

For I will do absolutely anything to know such privilege as your nape to kiss,

I pray you realize there will be a day when my devoted love, you will miss,

Please remove your beauty from age’s sight as your youth retains itself true,

Shed no tear my beautiful little one for worry of wasted time is not a worthy view,

Gold enriched teardrops of angelic hazel eyes are a treasured part of my esteem,

To be a man with such worth that one precious drop of gold could fall is a dream,

Yet why would any man want such beautiful eyes to know teardrop’s sorrow,

To be the man of such worth would be the man that prays all tears be tomorrow,

Tomorrow is nonexistent thus my desire of teardrops to fall in the distant future,

Much preferred would be that droplets of red fall from my pierced heart’s suture,

From my heart let droplets of blood flow as a result of protecting your heart,

To form a golden red mixture of my blood droplet and your gold teardrop’s part,

Golden laced teardrops of love brought by love’s sorrow as my heart bled for you,

Of which my heart bled in attempt to prevent what you were going through,

A never ending loop of love as one love follows the other to express and protect,

From this bond of warrior’s heart and and angelic eyes comes a bond to erect,

Erected as a portrait in time of the angel watching over her warrior to the end,

And he the warrior willing to give it all in love of her until at last two souls blend.

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

One night when heartbreak came to him an angel came to ground,

“I want to put a band-aid on your heart,” came the sweetest sound,

She was the angel he had known years ago while fighting in a war,

Memories of her came flooding back as he prayed for one day more,

So tender was her hand as she prayed he’d fight for will to remain,

As teardrops fell she reached for him as true love began to reign,

Love took command of two hearts as she appeared in his sight,

Wondering still was she real while holding her tender frame tight,

So often his hands had felt her back wondering where are the wings,

He swore that when she appeared to him he saw the strangest things,

The sky would have a glow he thought from heaven or was it of her,

It must be of her he surmised, as he felt her love make his heart stir,

Apparitions he had known since but a boy of eight or nearly so,

One day upon a trip to his aunt where the winds are known to blow,

The Virgin Mary stood floating in air in front of red roses climbing high,

And she showed him an angel of his future that no heart could deny,

Love’s purity entered into this tiny boy’s heart and delighted frame,

Telling others of the visions they scoffed and gave youth the blame,

To be rebuffed hurt this loving boy but his aunt held him while she said,

“I believe you honey” to bond them deep within his heart and his head,

Times passing often heard him say I will be married to a beautiful girl,

My goal in life is to marry she so beautiful that is precious like a pearl,

Her heart is made to love only me he said and we will love at first sight,

His mother became upset at such paltry goals bringing mother’s slight,

When eighteen he came running in and said his angel was finally found,

I just know it’s her I have no doubt he said to everyone he saw around,

Oh how he loved this girl so deep within his heart her image would dwell,

In a future unknown he would see her when war’s dangers would swell,

His first vision of her essence form or perhaps was it two souls uniting,

He remembers leaving his body when exhausted to leave war’s fighting,

In her bedroom he stood as she held him tight against naked flesh,

He had projected before but never had he felt the sensation of a mesh,

Love of the purist form is when eyes dwell within the soul of their mate,

How could such happen when it was upon first sight they could relate,

But true was his heart as he knew what he felt and who she would be,

He once told friends that someday she would appear and save me,

Dreams brought predictions of life’s cessation for kin or friends,

He prayed asking God to remove the knowledge of when life ends,

Yet remained his ability to see or feel within others at different times,

And he saw into her once, she was of purity and sweet nursery rhymes,

His angel, his light at troubles end would guide him through war,

The draft returned a spent man that was not the boy of before,

What once was gold was now of rusted metal with hardened heart,

So brutally treated when detained that shock therapy tore him apart,

He remembered her well as the angel that came to his dirty cell,

Pressing her energy into his chest in hopes that death he would repel,

He said goodbye to his angel of starlight one morning inside his head,

The jolt of electricity overwhelmed his brain leaving memories dead,

Near a zombie unable to move but to sit and drool a teardrop fell,

There before his unfocused eyes the Angel of Starlight did dwell,

His still swollen face smiled for a moment though his face resisted,

She was of his unhealthy mind and told forget her, doctor’s insisted,

He quietly reveled inside his heart as each night star began to shine,

He never told them of her return as he was being discharged sometime,

An honorable discharge that was earned on waring and enemy soil,

He planned to reunite with her physical form and for her he would toil,

The little girl of fourteen was now a beautiful woman of eighteen,

Still the same angelic face but definitely the Angel he had seen,

Fear crept within his soul that perhaps the doctors knew best,

What if she had married in his absence and he failed times test,

Perhaps my angels apparition was from my head although seen,

Protestors rage, combat, and mistreatment left him weak and lean,

Broken by treatment from America’s youth and protestors rage,

He’d pull her picture from his wallet as his only relief at this stage,

Finally home but moving away, fear kept him far from her front door,

He had prayed but somehow he felt his flame fading from before,

In need of his angels form he had prayed to see her just once more,

As she always had she found him to reunite and meld at his front door.  

The end, by Pat for Patti. I love my little angel.

Oh tender little fingers please expose how she truly feels,

If you will dance a slight tap dance in my palm so it reveals,

That she does love me with every ounce she carries inside,

Tap out a message of love so I know I haven’t been denied,

Let me hear too that cute giggle no one has heard but me,

Or the nervous clearing of a throat trying to speak clearly,

Please lock eyes with me to see hazel eyes touched with blue,

Slowly moving across my face to find markers of loving you,  

I know every nuance of a childlike voice from within a woman,

Every cuteness you exhibit is ingrained forever within this man,

In times so momentous of this man’s life each one is clearly seen,

During moments of torture although weak my love remained keen,

Burning forever inside as each treasured expression played on,

Only you can see the lines of my face where teardrops have gone,

Where teardrops have gone should be treasured inside our heart,

As well bonds of our melding when stretched to nearly come apart,

Anytime you drove by I felt elation mixed with sadness to near cry,

So filled with fear you’d never accept my words before warriors die,

As each fray came to be entered my heart yearned for your expression,

If only you could hear me as I spoke of feelings in my love confession,

With the gift of a sailor’s hat your heart and mind awoke at last to me,

Through the fog of teenage years a woman of sixteen came to be,

And with a kiss it was sealed without a word spoken the past was dead,

Almost three years of mornings had passed with you first in my head,

Where teardrops have gone are treasured memories of loving you,

To see you brought elation although your apprehension made me blue,

Yet each moment is treasured as through falling sand it came to be,

The exact wonderful second when you decided to wait for only me,

I know your heart’s light became brighter as you awaited my return,

And I felt it a thousand miles from afar as I felt your love start to burn,

From a small flame silently burning to keep love alive from fourteen,

The fire of true love ignited as if awoken when you were but sixteen,

It was then you realized you’d loved me forever and the fear you felt,  

Remembering the sensation of love at first sight when you’d near melt,

The trembling of your fingers as you stood in a closet next to me,

I whispered are you cold in hopes you’d say yes to be held closely,

It seemed your voice would freeze each time you came to my store,

Almost every week you came by after asking your mother for more,

And you stopped by to tell me the words were no and ask what I’d done,

The purity of my past tainted by venomous lies from the rejected one,

Three fights placed a reputation of violence as mine although untrue,

That I had known many girlfriends were a lie as I had loved only you,

Time has passed to find us deeply in love and the battle goes on,

And the spoken lies continue from the one wanting me to be gone,

We have loved the other more with each quickly passing day,

And every cuteness you exhibit are even more on love’s display,

Even when making love you have such a cute little “love you” sound,

When love rages to burn like an inferno each nuance can be found,

Your love is a beacon that calls forever to my heart that I’m found,

Somehow you have known my presence without hearing a sound,

When in your early teens you’d find me although I had just returned,

You captured each moment of longing as my lonely heart yearned,

With your smile and expression I knew why you had found just me,

Your love was apparent although unsaid it was clear for me to see,

Your mother’s rules were to be honored if I had future plans of you,

I realized that I must learn every nuance to help me get through,

Where teardrops have gone is a place of elation although sad too,

For without those tears this man wouldn’t realize what he had to do,

Loneliness of the draft took me far away but somehow closer to you,

Each day for nearly fifty years true love has found something new,

The age in my face and the etchings of teardrops past become unseen,

Not from trickery or surgeon skill but from your eyes beautiful gleam,

The red flecks in your eyes are said particles of this rusted man,

Though you remain gold this rusted steel proudly does what he can,

And I pray for more years to love you and enjoy marriage to my wife,

How many men celebrate their wedding day each day of his life,

I study your actions and characteristics each day in search of new,

Along with your tremendous beauty there is so much more of you,

I will stand forever at your side to proudly say I belong to this woman,

If needed as a male slave I will tell anyone that I am your pet human,  

The dancing of your tender fingers will tap a dance one last night,

Expressing sweet love for me in anticipation of my final flight.  

The end.

A young man long ago looked to the future and had something to say,

“The greatest cargo I would ever carry is within my heart to give away,”

I’ve read poetry written by his hand to be overwhelmed by his depth,

How can it be I’ve wondered that of his words I have lost my breath,

The girl he loved in his time must have been special beyond word,

I wonder how did she react each time his love poems she heard,

The stars of Texas skies shown like diamonds he said in his rhymes,

But as I have read his works I know how he endured such hard times,

His heart was filled with love as mine has been through times retreat,

She and I have been together of love to create Cupid’s greatest feat,

“You are the rainbow in my skies to celebrate the tears we’ve cried alone,”

Of me, “my seasoned heart says it’s through teardrops the rainbow shone,”

No doubt his words are accurate as through warfare great love survives,

Teardrops fell of loneliness and hardship but from her, their love revives,

A rainbow is there each day for me as I am the young poet you once knew,

Yes, I have given away my precious cargo to carry it each day anew for you.

The end.  By Pat

Those young man quotes are from a poem I wrote 46 years ago this month.

Soon I’ll be 69 it’s sad to say,

Yet I will love you more each day,

I am lost at time of pain’s extreme,

But from you I still have a dream,

To be at your side until times end,

It is of your love that I can mend.

I love you.  By Pat for Patti

Hello, my son for you I have a surprise,

Properly used it will help penny wise,

It’s like magic what I have bought for you,

I bet my grandson Riley will enjoy it too,

You’ll find things you’d never dream were there,

But I know for certain you won’t find used hair,

Unless of course a bullet put the hair there,

It’s the bullet you’ll find entangled in dead hair,

That would be gross, to find such with this,

Riley, you may get rich and give grandpa a kiss,

I’m sure by now you’ve figured this out,

A new metal detector is what this is about.  

I walked into the night with my heart and mind on you,

So beautiful it was this night as I walked toward a lake of blue,

In my mind every memory and hope of holding you played through,

At times tears would drop thinking of lonely and good times too,

This night was so special as a sweet comfort came over me to start,

A whisper soft and sweet teased my ear with a message for my heart,

Flesh and body I was told would soon melt with my heart and mind,

Softly her breath upon my ear told me you are the love I hoped to find,

For so long my heart carried the greatest love a heart could endure alone,

Again she softly said I am forgiven my war sins I need no longer atone,

Let her loving way share the journey and burden you must bear,

With shared true love you will soon forget the heavy burden there,

A pale moon reflecting across the wind glistened in near glass,

A tear of relief made its way down as I felt the war burden pass,

Across the water trees slowly danced in silhouette form against the night,

I looked to the night sky where a million jewels danced to my delight,

The journey has been hard but I would endure it all again for you,

Moving back to Borger and be with you I have waited two years to do,

I didn’t wash the shirt with your scent from where you laid your head,

Excitedly I packaged it in plastic wrap and hung it in the closet instead,

Love can dwell for only so long alone before it has to be shared,

Thinking of the girl that asked me to return I just sat and stared,

A crickets concerto played in the background as fireflies flew by,

Small flickers of star light floating about just below the diamond sky,

In my moonlight serenade with you but in your absence I wore the “shirt”

Out of my head with schoolboy love I would wipe or brush away the dirt,

Tonight I can look into your eyes from my memory as I know you through,

As I walk I imagine I waltz with my arms around and my body next to you,

Oh how I long to hold you it has been a week since your sweet kiss,

I’ve been through so much but the only thing I can tell you is about this,

Hoping my blood red hands will wash some day aided unknown by her,

The sorrow of my past is mine to keep as I’m told to never confer,

With you near or at my side I have no doubt I can find happiness anew,

Just to enjoy a night without horrors memories is something new,

As I walked I seemed to follow a special star that called me and you,

The angel in my ear said she loves you it’s time to go to her love too,

The greatest cargo I would ever carry is within my heart to give away,

The two of you will walk hand in hand while wedding bells play one day,

I recalled last November’s request and the promise I gave to you once more,

To return to you but it will be the last time as I vow to not leave as before,

The lone star still beckoned to me as if it was meant for me and you,

It’s strange the things a mind and heart in love can mange to do,

Light from above seemed to beam from the lone Texas star that night,

The happiest thought came to mind that under that star I’d hold you tight,

As I walked alone in this heavenly garden growing along the lakeshore,

The trees in the dimly lit horizon still danced as in moonbeams from before,

The twinkle of stars began to fade into the blue and I welcomed a new day,

Thinking to myself someday I will spend the night with her and I’ll get to stay,

Birds began to fly about and their melodies of attraction sang loud,

One more whisper from my visiting angel and she said of me she was proud,

This was my night to celebrate independence of hardship from two years past,

Your mind and heart has healed the heartache and pain to go  love her at last,

It was true as I felt the shackles hold drop away granting sweet release,

To hold you in my arms will be the beginning of binds that will never cease,

You are the rainbow in my skies to celebrate the tears we’ve cried alone,

Through you a rainbow floats above our hearts together we are a home,

The peace of the night is nearly gone as the sun beaks through a new day,

Such a celebration in my heart I’ll pick up my paycheck and be on my way,

This celebration of personal triumph couldn’t happen without your request,

To honor my commitment to you once again made me do my very best,

A slow rising sun gave me time to think of loving you so much more,

I told the angels whisper that you will forever be the one I am living for,

The beauty all about had much more clarity for me as a gift from above,

You haven’t said it yet but the greatest gift I could be given is your love

So with clarity of heart and you to be soon in my arms forevermore I sat,

Absorbing the significance of the moment I knew I would remember that,

A line had been drawn in the sands of time to show I now belonged to you,

Behind was absence of life or perhaps preparation for my life to start anew.

The future was to be forever in love with you.  By Pat for Patti