Deep within you is a treasure of untold worthmore precious than all the gold upon this earthfor there beats a heart that is kind and so trueI love it so dearly, but it is a small part of you.With it there a mind to which I can truly relatewith a thirst for knowledge that never does satewith empathy and compassion it is always filledall wrapped in a body that so completely thrilledone that mesmerizes me still unto this very dayand brings me such pleasures when we do play.Indeed still you are the one who gives me lifeand I am always thankful that you are my wife.

I find myself adrift alone upon the endless seasearching the horizon for one that will rescue meI bake in the heat of the loneliness that is thereand try my best to not be overcome with despair.Just enough hope to wet my mouth and stay deathprolonging this agony with each and every breath.I see the ones with untrue hearts in the water thereswimming without the slightest concern or careand could use one to sate this hunger of so longbut know they are illusion, just a passing siren songHow I long to taste the company of one so very trueand wonder with each passing day if it could be you?

I know that you are not really the you that I seethat you are mixture of truth and my own fantasyAlthough you are only being the you that's realmy mind filters it all because of the way I feelin others we look for what we truly expect to findand this prejudice can leave us wrong and blindIf we look for good then good there will surely bebut if is bad we look for then the bad we will seeand we might never know the person that is youwithout much time to filter out the stuff that is true.When you meet someone, try to not judge too fast,take a little time until you see the real them at last.

This poem is the results of"If you ever see me getting my hopes up or starting to trust another woman, you have my permission to blow my brains out; I clearly am not using them."I caught myself hoping today, as I thought of youand thought what a stupid, foolish thing for me to do.One as lovely as yourself and by so many wantedwill never notice me, but still the thought me haunted.Why should you ever want me, for my good is hiddenand many years on this sold pinning world I've ridden.By this time I should be wise enough to surely knowthat it is alone through it, I am doomed to always goyet from somewhere deep inside me this hope growsand will lead me to pain again, heaven surely knows.Why can I not stop myself from having this dreamI am my own worse enemy it does sometimes seem.Just a reminder that we never know how deeply we may be affecting the life of another.

The morning poem, sort of a story type one to start the weekend and while you enjoy the holiday, please remember those who gave and give their time with their families, their blood, sweat and tears, even their lives; so that you can live in peace.Picking up the receiver I give a courteous"Hello""I need you dear." says a voice that I well know.Struggling hard to find the exact words to say"Given time it too will pass and you will be okay."" I do not think so for you haunt even my dreamsand are my every thought these days it seems.""There will be another enchanted by your faceand he shall soon these thoughts of yours replace.Just get some sleep and please, do take care."" I hate it at night knowing that you are over there,the distance is so small yet feels so very long.""You will be okay, you just have to be strong.""I love the sound of your voice and all you say,how you make me feel and that calming way.I could stay and talk to you all night through.""That is something that we should never do,besides I really must be going as you know.""I know, I know, I just wanted to hear your voice.""Be safe" I hung up the phone having no choice."And I will be in love with you" I said"my life through""and wish with all my heart, you could have been true."

I wrote a sweet poem of my burning love and sent itso much time waiting for a reply, in loneliness I spent it.This unrequited love I had for her did indeed hurt me so,from this I learned it is bad to let your true feeling show.I had a lady that did once say that she could only love meand knowing that dream came true, was as happy as can bebut that knowledge, like she, herself turned out to be untrueand from this agonizing I learned that it is wrong to trust too.Other women over time trained me to do the things I doand each of them left alone this broken man before you.They say they like confidence, but then they rip it to a shredleaving nothing but self doubt and awful pain to fill your headsay they love who you are and then set out to change youI wonder was it just a fantasy of theirs to which they are true?Wishing only to find one good man with a kind loving heartthen they run off with some bad boy and tear it all apart.I am not the man you seek, he upon the cross was burnedby the lessons that from your sisters he painfully learned.

Of all the things I have,I have only time that I can offer you.I once asked a wise man"How do you know love is true?,That they really mean it when those words they choose to say?"He thought for a bit and cringed his face in a peculiar way,He pondered on the question and the lies which could be told,trying to figure out how to know which lady you should hold.Finally he let out a sigh that sounded of such deep despairand revealed to me the answer, right then and right there."Time, sadly, is the only way that you can ever know for sureif the lady that you love will return one that is true and pure."I have already given my love and I know that it will be true,so it seems that truly now, time is all I have to offer you.I know that however long or short my time on this earth here,that I will love you so very true and always want you near.

The poem of the day, it is a sad one, but I hope that your day is a wonderful one.I have no dreams or fantasythat you would be in love with me.One so wonderful as youhas much better things to do.This unrequited love,from below not above,makes me stay around,drives me to the ground,my heart shattered,ego battered,'til I die.Will you cryor yet, forget,me?

The poem of the day. It is a romantic one and I hope that your partner will always remember to feel this way for you.I wish that I could write a poem as beautiful as theeand somehow get it out there for the whole world to see.Like you a classic beauty which makes every heart sigh,the way mine does each and every time you are nearby.One that's so memorable that everyone would indeed findthat once they have seen, it is etched forever on their mind.So wonderful that the mere thought would make them smileand they would drift to fantasy like me, for just a little while.A picture is worth a thousand words, but it couldn't showeven a few of the wonders of you that I have come to know,your beauty is but a small part of the treasure that is youand the best is hidden in your mind and that heart so true.I could write passages that left people wanting ever moreand never paint the picture of the you, that I do so adore.I could write a never ending love song as if it's from aboveand still not be able to say all there is to you that I do so love.There are not words that can do justice, nor could there be,like trying to describe a rainbow to one who can not seeI can only carry this feeling and hope that you will knowthat those mesmerizing words that I can not find are so.

She bound me with chains from which I would never freeand they controlled every action and where I was to be.I took comfort in their presence and wore them with pridethe limits the chains set was a thing I never tried to hide.Though others could not ever see the chains they were realbut everybody knew it though by the way they made me feel.They were the only chains that a man like me could holdnot of hardened steel, but more precious to me than gold.Each link forged with love from kindness and love shownover the years how quickly in length the chains have grownThese chains of love bind me to her as they do her to methey are a treasured burden that we always bear so happilyIf temptation should try to pull one away the chains preventkeeping us from ever having to beg forgive and to repent.I wear these chains and escape is never even a thought,for it is my truest heart's desire to remain forever caught.If the chains can not control our actions, this we do know,no other force can bind them, so we must let them go.I wear these chains of Love she forges and add links tooso we will stay bound together our whole lives through.

Here is where I make my stand and here is where I die,when life has left my body, do not waste the time to cry.I set myself on the warrior's path knowing where it leadsReminded of this bodies mortality by the way it bleeds.I offer all that I have so that you can sleep and can livein the peaceful life that I fight so hard each to freely give.As a warrior none will more than me pray for there is peaceand know my life can buy it but maybe it can make a leaseuntil another warrior can come and take my place hereand he too will tell you not to waste the time to shed a tear.Semper Fidelis, such solemn words and indeed so very truebut they and dieing are the very least we can do for you;for you are our families, our lovers, and our dearest friendand every warrior, every true Marine, will love you to the end.

Use as little energy as possible, says natures rule,to get what you want or need; less you are a fool.One who waste energy doing anything will surely dieand their genetics will perish without a wimper or cry.That's part of why people stop trying as hard once matedor revert to traits they know the other has always hated.Feeling that once they are theirs it will somehow take less,that is how so many relationships end up in such a mess.It's natural that men will tend act in this same way as well,it is not some great guarded secret that to you I do now tell.If women don't insist on being treated like they so deserveand settle for one that will mistreat or is some kind of pervmen will learn that they get what they want without trying,women will find they are mated with their dreams dying.So make your man show attention and always treat you right,even if he resist or tries to put up some lame sort of fight;but always remember in this life that you are going throughthat like you a truly good man is indeed a true treasure too.

Run along and play the game, it is where your at,I will watch as you do your thing, I am not into that.They are so much fun for you and you love it soattention makes you feel good, I can see you glow.You seem to need the reinforcement that they giveand think it adds some meaning to this life you live.Perception is indeed reality for those who truly believeand the truth would not bring their mind ever relieve.Go and play and believe the shallow things they say,even though they will get what they want and go away,and when you get your heart broke enough at lastand when you can put your games well into the past,I will be here to give you a shoulder upon which to cry.Remaining here with you until you, at last say goodbye,I know that you will do this as have so many beforebut love or a relationship is not what I am here for.I am too old, ugly, and poor to waste time on such I am only here to help the ones that hurt so much.When you feel better you too will simply go awayand forget the pain and me and all about that day.I only hope that each of you will have learned welland not repeat the things that left you in such a hell.

I am often asked why I send poems I have written. First and foremost it is because I like for my friends to know that I have thought of them and taken the time to send something when I can. Secondly, I found out that some of the picture comments contain viruses and can infect the computer that they are sent to,so this narrowed the options. I decided to send the poems because so many men seem to have forgotten that you need to speak to a lady's heart in soft wooing tones as well. That comments like"You're Hot" need to be expressed in a more gentlemanly fashion. It seems that society is reverting back to a more crass time and that we have forgotten even how to compliment each other, let alone seduce another; reducing"making love" to the animal act of"having sex". It is my hope that poetry will bring a smile to the receipiant and make other re-evaluate thier outlook and actions toward women. I feel that if men forget to pay basic respect and sensuality during a compliment, how long before they stop showing it in any form? I tend to write most of my poetry to try to get people to think about life or to learn to appreciate what they do have in life and hope that it will help people through hard times. Lastly, it is my hope that people will see that you are receiving a comment so often from one person and think about how often they do or do not do the same.

Here is the poem I wrote for today, it is a happy poem, but in a somber way.I was there to hear the choir of angels singas you cast off the promises of a single lifewatched as many a possibility took to wingas you made a solemn vow to be my loving wife.I am so aware of all that you could have been,of how great must have been your true destiny,of the places you could have gone and seen,and that you gave it all up just to be with me.All of this you gladly did to be my loving brideand all that I can say are these words so true"Forever I want you to remain here by my sidefor I shall always be so much in love with you."So let us face the uncertain future joined as oneand know that we shall always have each otherto rely on even when our lives are at last doneand that I will love you and never want another.

Here is the poem of the day, I wrote it for those who love but are afraid to admit it.Why is it that you feel you have to lie to me?The truth is plain enough for the world to see,it is easy to see in your eyes and in you smile,and yes,I have known the truth for quite a while.So why is it that you will not just admit it is true,for I know that you love me as much as I love you.Is it because you do not think that this can last,or the result of some player you knew in the past?Did one that you loved run away when he first heardyou in a moment of truth or passion say that word,and now you fear that I will react in the same way?The truth is it's the one word that will make me stay.I wish you could see that you have nothing to fear,that I will always love you and want to be right hereregardless of rather or not you admit it the truth to me,as long as in your actions and in your eyes it I can see.What a wonderful thing to hear it and know it's true,when you trust me enough to finally say"I love you."

A short poem about memories that I wrote for today.Here in my mind I can still feel your burning touch,a wonderful sensation that seems almost too much.My memory races and brings back your lilting voice,filling my head and taking away my freedom of choice.The aromatic perfume of your essence fills my sensessending small shivers through my body as it tenses.I can feel it all so very real as if you were still right here,even though you left and have been gone well over a year.Love's precious memories haunt my tortured heart still,as if born anew and I begin to think that they always will.

Behold the fragile apple blossom perched high in the treespreading fragrance and beauty for all to smell and see.There it stays, just one among the countless many there,but unique in it's own way for any who bother to compare.It seems to be such a frail thing yet is truly so very strongwithstanding every harsh, punishing wind that comes along.It clings on and fights until at last it's duty is finally done,surviving the pelting rain and aged by the rays of the sun.Then it falls below and returns to the great waiting earthleaving behind the precious fruit, which she has given birth.Even in this final act having given all that she could give,then gives nourishment to the tree so that the fruit can live.Such it seems this is the role that a lady does in this life,giving all to her duty as a wonderful mother and a loving wife.While we miss the blossom when it has fallen to the ground,take heart that in the fruit she made part of her can be found.