Here is my daily poem, dear lady.You walk among the clouds, here within my mindI know that anytime I wish it is there that i will findyou in all your exquisite beauty and charming gracelovely image of wind strewn hair across your face.The sunlight softly casting shadows on your formand highlight the outline of your lips soft and warmI can see it as it reflects across your glistening hair a picture of feminine perfection always standing there.Such beauty no man could even hope to ever possesbut will always wish to keep, to hold, and to caressHeaven can make miracles and wonders it is trueand now I know the devil can make true beauty too.

Now I taste the bitter salty tears of loneliness once againspending days suffering alone and nights of unending pain,drowning in the regrets that I myself am truly guilty of,allowing this battered heart to once again hope for love.The days are filled with with longing ripping at my heartand nights with intolerable anguish while we are apart.How could I ever dare to play Russian Roulette with love,to put all of my trust in the mighty powers from up above.It seems that I must now pay for my ignorance and pridewith an eternity of constant torment coming from inside,destroying bit by bit my confidence in my every thought and leaving an abyss in me instead of the love I sought

I wish that I could find the words to show you how I feelthe right ones to let you see those feelings are so realI know that to one as lovely as yourself others have liedand can not imagine all the pick-up lines they have tried.I know they have because of your beauty made you preyand so you are hesitant to believe the words that I say.I know that they are only words, not as powerful as deedswhile I will be there to try to fill all your wants and needsit takes time for it to show through deeds that I am true.It scares me that someone else will find the words for you.I am more than willing to take the time so that you seethat all I want from you is love throughout all enternity,but the thought that someone will find the words insteadcauses my heart to break and feels me with such dread.Does it require that I rip my beating heart out of my chestand lay it there at your feet to as it starts it's final restas it beats it's final beat and as I slowly die for only youwould you then know that one had loved you so true?

I wrote this yesterday after I turned the horses to pasture, they are always such a treat to watch.I let loose the halters as we clear the gatethey take off as if they are already very latekicking up their heels they jump and runtearing through the pasture having fun.They rip and tear around the whole fenceand then they slow so it can commenceThey drop their heads and sniff the groundthen for a little bit they just spin aroundSee their weakening in their strong kneesand then they lower themselves with easethey lay down and rock for a bit to and froall of the sudden a big rock, over they goThey roll to one side and then back againeven when it starts to becomes a strainwhen they tire it's back up to their feetthen they finds soft sweet grass to eatIt is always such a happy treat to seeat least I must admit that it is for meI hope that someday you will see it tooand that it will be a great thrill for you.