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.

Never shall the winds of time your beauty ever erase,though it might age you and put wrinkles on your face.You have changed since we first met and will some more,gained and lost weight from time to time and I still findthat your evolving beauty is always on my loving mind.Each change that comes, like the growing of a gray hair,that seems to make you worry and fills you with despair,serve to remind me that you're more beautiful than before,that time itself has had effect on your most precious partfor still it has been unable to change your loving heart.Worry not about the years or the effect they have on you,just as long as your heart keeps loving me and is so true,you will only grow more beautiful as I grow to love you more.Let us forget about such trivial matters as them we rise above,each shielded from the ravages of time by the others love.

Am I just some foolish dreamer for feeling like I do,when everyday I see more new things imply it wrong?I am no longer sure that love exist or that it ever did,but this crazy dream will not go away and is so strong,that one day I might find a love that will be forever true.I see women cheat on good men, finding them a bore,or just use them for whatever they can manage to getand have witnessed such things since I was just a kid.Am I wrong to still believe and on love my heart to bet,or is it selfish of me to still expect to find much more?I have heard that loves eternal and will always find a way.It is a blessed a thing sent from the heaven for us here.The more I see the more I doubt and become more afraid,I am just condemned to live life alone it starts to appear.Is love just another fairytale to make it through each day?All I dream of is one good woman that will love me true,that will be there beside me as through life we do go,one that will want me as we create the plans we made.A lady who looks past this shell and my heart does know,yes, I am just a foolish dreamer, but is that dream of you?

Be still my heart, remember, she must mortal beor there is no way she would ever be here with me.Slow down a bit to a pace where you can get rest,it feels like you are trying to come out of my chest.You handle every situation by being dull and drollyet at the thought of her and you race out of control.Why let her beauty cause you to stop in mid beatand pause until you almost knock me off my feet,then cause you to race as she draws ever near,and make my stomach turn as if from a great fear?How is that just her touch and can set you to a fireand fill you with such longing and insatiable desire?When I hear her voice even if it is only on the phone,you hurt with anticipation and even more when alone.Are you trying to tell me you have fallen in love at last,that she is so very special, like none known in the past?If I admit that I love and that she truly has me hexed,will you then tell me what it is that I should do next?For I only want to please her in each and every way,find a way to make sure that with me she will stay.So stop this erratic behavior and tell me, oh so true,lest she slip away and that break you right in two.

Today's poem is a bit sadder, it was written about appreciation and how people often think more about what they do not have in the other person than what they do have. Nobody can be everything, either the strong silent type or the kind that will talk out their feelings, but not both at once.I just wanted to thank you so for reaffirming my old beliefand for doing so before second thoughts caused me grief.You came to me with your soft voice and gentle word,telling me the sweetest things that I have ever heard,and began to think perhaps happiness could be mine,that misery would pass by and I would at last be fine.I tried hard to show you my intelligence, charm, and wit;but it seems to have impressed even the smallest bit,for now you have turned away to flirt with somone new,leaving little doubt that what never started is truly through.I almost let my heart hope, I almost let it dare to dream,I almost fell for your charms and right into your scheme.I was just being so very foolish to hope that one like youmight look past my crude exterior to see my heart so true.I truly need to accept the facts for what they are, you see,women do not stay interested in a faithful man like me.I just wanted to thank you so for reaffirming my old beliefand for doing so before second thoughts caused me grief.

I have a short poem I have written for this day, I do hope that all my friends enjoy it and that it finds you and yours healthy and happy.I am not a famous or exciting man of any sortno big star of the silver screen or of any sportI am not the lead singer in a band of great famemost people have never even heard of my nameUpon the moon I am destined to never even stepthere will be no signs showing every place I sleptthere is nothing like that to get interest from youI am no more than the man who loves you so true.

Some people seem to need to feel superior to others and will categorize them with a name. I have been called a hick because I live in the country, have horses, and so on. After thinking about it, I wear the name with pride regardless how the other person meant it. Hicks, like almost all groups, people choose to segregate, are some amazing people.If you hunt for me, you will find I am listed among the HicksThe poor common folk that choose to live back in the sticks.The kind of folk who have a job but also have to do choresthat build bonfires and teach the kids how to make Smores.Among those that if you do need any help are glad to giveand by the Golden Rule most still their lives do try to live.We are dirt poor by the standards most will use to judgebut from this great way of life one of us will rarely budge.You might think us ignorant, having taken no college courses,but we have the knowledge of things like survival and horses.We may not have all that city people have, who are on the run,but we appreciate what we have and know how to have fun.We feel at home when we out among the lakes and treeswith the nature that provides and we care for, we are at ease.It is a harder life, I will admit that this much is so very trueand may not be the choice that is best for some like youBut I will stay in the sticks until my life is finally throughcity life is not a thing that for long I would ever want to do.When I look up let me only see the vast sky and tall treesand let me feel the grass below and the cool summer breeze.Watch the strutting of turkeys and meandering of the deerand all the things that nature gives for us to hold so dear.When time says my final breath has been drawn and spentI will know that like nature, this country life was heaven sent.

I can now say without the slightest hesitation,that I wish to give you my love and adoration.If History does indeed the future predict true,I know that I will never end up being with you.Women do seem to like the thought of a faithful manone that will stay and always try to understan',that respects them as a partner and treats them right,that appreciates them and that never wants to fight,which makes me seem like the one that you would desire;but the truth is most women are more like most men are,Looking for the one that has the most expensive caror the prettiest one that they could have ever meet,even if they do not treat them like a lady, sweet.They might settle with a dependable man like mebut then sneak off to some wild bad boy secretly see.If there is any lesson I have seen in the pastit is, the nice guy does always seem to finish last.

I fielded a few questions about symbiosis from my introduction yesterday.The example most used is the termite, it has a bacteria in it's stomach that digest the wood it is eats; providing nutrients for the termite. Without the bacteria, the termite would die, without the termite the bacteria would; they work together and evenly give, both flourish.It has been my observation that relationships are either symbiotic or parasitic( where one feeds off of the other, not giving enough in return); as in nature, parasites harm the host, often killing it.I have given you my heart as you have yours to me,now forever joined in life and love we are bound to be.It is up to me to make the love that fuels that heartgrow stronger still with each and every passing hour while for you it is a cherished and well needed partfor me it the constant source of inspiration and power.Knowing it is your heart will guide every action I take,and remind me that I get all my strength from you.It will be the reason for every decision that I will makeand I do truly hope that mine will be the same too.Joined in this symbiotic way we will surely forever be,gaining strength from you as you draw yours from me.For any love that is not symbiotic and in true harmonywill not survive the long run as parasitic is must beIf one draws love and inspiration from the others heartbut does return the same, the love will soon go sour.Like a parasite feeding off the other, with no giving partthe other continues to weaken with each passing hour.As it is in nature, so with matters of the heart it will be,so let's live this life being the others peace and harmony.

Here is the poem I wrote for today while talking to somebody that said they have never"used" another person.We all use others, but do not have to do it in a bad way, symbiosis is the goal.When I tell you that I will love you eternallyCan't you tell I do not want you to belong to me,but rather need you to be the most important partof my very being, I have given you my heart.How could I ever live without you here in my lifefor you are my true motivation in times of strife.There are very many ways that you I will use,for guidance, inspiration, and as my beautiful muse;to help me become a better person through the daysand making my life happier in so many ways.I can only hope that I can do the same for youand together we can make all life's dreams come true.So take my hand now and let us join our lives as oneand keep a vow to be that way until life is done.Then as we pass from this life into eternitywe will then face it as one forever, you and me.

A sad poem for today, I wrote it after spending a couple of hours talking to a guy who planned suicide because of the emotional abuse his wife was delving out to him.I walked out into the dark, well before the dawn,a thick and heavy frost lay upon the green lawn.Hands snug in my pockets I pulled the jacket tightand wiggled up against a tree until it felt just right,A chill ran through me as I sat on the cold ground,distracting my thoughts as I began to look around.I could smell the smoke from the woodstove fireand make out it's billows as heat carries it higher,I can hear the first rustlings of life in this new day.A robin awoke overhead and quickly flew awayas the first bright rays of the warm sun did appear,soon to melt that chilling frost that covered all here.I have made the coffee and left on, as I always doand there are fresh made biscuit waiting for you.What a good day this will be for you without meyou can get the life that you described, you see.As I watch the wondrous show put on by the sunI find the strength to pull the trigger on the gun.

There are those in this life that seem to have it all,they are good looking, rich beyond belief,and tall.Fly around in private jets to anywhere they wishand dine in the fanciest places on a neuvo dish.There are others whose life is not quite as good,they do not live in a private gated neighborhood,but still they have a life that better than somethey have money saved for what might come, jacuzzi and buy a new car every other year,about the future they really do not have fear.Still they want what the others have and flaunttheir dreams and judgment it seems to haunt.Me, I work and work and hardly have a thingbut each day I love life and my heart can sing.There are some that will try to take even thatnot thinking of others,being selfish like a bratbut most of them all have far more than me.I definitely don't have all that money of theirsnor the worry about plotting friends and heirs.I may have no expensive house or luxury carbut I will always know who my true friends are.So I will accept the not having all those thingsand will face this life and what ever it bringsI am a poor man who has a much better lifewith a great friends and a loving faithful wife.

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.

It is a sad one for this day, written after having talked to a wonderful lady who has lost her husband. This for Marie and I named it"A soldier's wife's Lament"I found my"Happily Everafter". I found my dream come true.I found out what eternal love means the day I found you.Thought that I had loved before so it took me by surpriseand saw the sun come up each day there in your eyes.The birds all sang much merrier and the world was right,you gave me the stars and moon each and every night.You filled my heart with happiness with the love you giveand woke me from existence and taught me how to live.How can there be a Happily Everafter when people dieand the other one is left here alone to carry on and cry.

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.