Happy Valentines Day

It is a short poem that I have written for today, but I hope that you like it.I would spend the day with you if I only had one to livemy last precious moments to you I would so gladly give.Each and every day I think the same when I do wakeand cherish them all in case my life that day does take.Our time apart is the price that surviving demands of me,I want you to know that I do it all gladly to be with thee.I shall die and even my bones shall turn to dust it is truebut always there will be part of me, it is my love for you.

I have gone all around this world so diverse and vastfinally I came home to rest my weary bones at last.I have had the privilege to dine in halls with kings,seen treasures of gold and jewels, so many things.The long of expanses of grass blowing in the windso beautiful and vast that they seem to never end.Climbed mountains higher than eagles dare to go,and been beneath the ocean, you should know.I have seen such wonderful things this is so truebut none of them could prepare me for meeting you.Your beauty so exquisite that takes one by surprisecompassion and wisdom behind your lovely eyes.For such a combination one could search for lifeand it still stuns me every day that you are my wife.

I wrote this poem about a lovely lady who rightfully shields herself from letting people get too close to keep from getting hurt, but walls can keep out the good as well as the bad.The windows into the soul some say are the eyesin yours I see a lady that is both hurting and wise.A reflection of the world and what in it is so good,a tapestry not of how life goes, but how it should.Deep and placid waters that flow smoothly on topwondering of what lies below seems to never stop.That everyone knows that you are beautiful is true,but I also know there is so very much more to you.I know of your kindness and your compassion too,you have dedication and the brains to get through,all this is easy to know from the talks we have had,during each I have seen good and not a bit of bad.But I also know there is more that I want to knowI am willing to wait until you are ready though.

I wrote this one after talking with a guy who was trying to get up enough courage to propose.The silence can be more than deafening it seemswaiting for a response from the one of your dreams.Often nothing says more than saying nothing at allwhen your world stands on the abyss about to fall.Your imagination runs wild and horrors in your mindsearch as hard as you may no comfort can you find,feeling in your heart the worst is definitely on it's way,waiting there unable to breathe for what you have to say.The question has been asked and the proposal madeoptions and responses are considered and weighedbut surely if like you say, your love for me was truewould so much thought still then be required of you?

Here is the poem of the day. I wrote it talking to a lady about how rude some men can be.You tell me that you want a mate that will love you trueI must now admit that it is something that I already doI see the angel that you are and what is in your heartbut in honesty I must also confess that it just one partI love your humor, compassion, and I love your mindbut if you think about it I am sure that you will findthat while I admire and long for you to give your heartwe both know that it is wrong to deny our animal part.Was it not your beauty that was first to catch my eyethat it impossible to forget you if would ever want to trySo it is only natural that I also want the physical partAm I wrong and being greedy to want it and your heart?I do not mind waiting until you are ready to share allit is not just your exquisite body that I want, after allI want share our live together in each and every wayso that together through life, we will faithfully stay.

I wrote this poem after talking to a lady who had been played, I call it"Sympathy for the Player"I once had myself the most wondrous fantasyno it was not real but it seemed so real to meI dared to dream that you were in love with mebut now what a fool I am is plain for all to see I gave you all I had, it was not enough thoughyou used me for a while and then let me golooking back now I can easily see it was so but living in that fantasy, how was I to know?I know that I will find the right lady for meand loving each other, how blessed we will beBut you will spend you life always on the gonever finding the one that you could love soA pity that you will never know the gift of loveor realize that it can be a gift from up aboveThat in the end all you have you surely will losebut it is the kind of life that you did choose

Your poem of the day. I wanted to write something a little upbeat to start the weekend with.I was mesmerized the first time that I saw youwords failed me then I will admit that it is truebut you were sweet and made me more at easeand I found we fit together pretty as will pleaseAs time passed the feeling grew ever strongeruntil I found that I could not deny it anymoreI had to overcome my fears and say it to youthose three little life changing words"I love you"We have had more time and still love growsmy loving feeling for you constantly showsI will not promise you that there will be strifefor it will always be a part of everyone's lifeI can promise that as you face the unknownthat you will never have to face it all alone.

The poem of the day:What is this sorrow that besets me, what is it's source?Is there some way to rid, some way to stray it's course?How did it come to grip my heart and for what reason,is it a momentary thing or shall it outlast the season?Is it that we not together, in fact we are so far apart?Could that be the cause for sorrow here in my heart?When you are here with me my heart fills with glee,is this now the price I pay for giving my love to thee?Then let it weigh heavy as it will upon my weary mind;for me, happily willing to pay the price it will surely find.For it is truly a very small price that I shall have to payto know that in the end with you I shall always stay.

I wrote this poem remembering Nam and thinking about Iraq.Mourn not for me this task that I set myself to doIt is just an expression of the love I have for youI take my self into battle and know that I may diewhen I am gone I heartedly beg you do not cryIt is I who volunteered to give my life as a Marineso that you could live your life as you have beenI will die with honor, the same way that I did liveBut it is not for honor that my one life I shall giveIt is a duty of the heart for those that I love soyou my fellow countrymen are why I freely go.So do not shed a tear for me when I am deadbut pay due respect to those left in my stead.

Here is your poem of the day, dear lady.Upon some subjects I have been known to wonder,but there is one that I so often find that I do ponder.I wonder when and why disposable we all became,to many now just a number without your name?We are now Human Resources instead of Personneland there are other things that the story does tell.People now call all the others they know a friend,but know that they will not be there until the end.Wierd terms like"Starter Marriage" now do existadmitting before that their love will never persist.Whatever happen to having a love for all your lifeand understanding forever as husband and wife?It makes sense there are so many broken-heartedknowing nobody will miss you when you're departed,for if disposable is the way that others you do seesurely the condemning term must also apply to thee!

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