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 grew up watching Roy Rodgers always win the dayand was told that things in life would go the same way,that if you were a good man and always stayed true,in the end good things would always come to you.I believed it all because I was still just a foolish child,they often believe in lies regardless how big and wild.As I lived my life I tried to always mind that thoughtand for truth and honor always I have gladly fought.I was even stupid enough to fall in love that one timethinking that it would make life special and sublime.Fate and life have combined to teach me so well,being good is only good for keeping you out of hell,here in life, unpunished will never go a good deed;people are after all they can get, not what they need.I guess I am still a child deep in my heart from thenfor I keep believing that some day the good will win.

Come to me and let me wrap you in my armsas you easily seduce me with your charms.Place your hand gently here in mine, my dearand let me hold your wondrous body near.I can feel the rate of my heartbeat increaseand feel a spark like amber rubbed on fleece.Your rapid breathing warms my neck and earand your excitement I can feel and also hear.Each of us will adjust and for the other giveas we mimic the life we wish to together live.My body will respond as yours does to mineas we create this moment so true and fine.Our bodies move in perfect unison as onemaking me fear it will be way too soon done.I could stay lost in this moment evermoreas we smoothly glide across the ballroom floor.

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.

The shadows of loneliness block out the rays of hopechilling the aching heart and sets it on a slippery slope.A spiraling decent into the anguish of a pure hellish lifethat will leave no room for anything but pain and strife.One must suffer through and continue on for others,for the children and to relieve the worries of mothers.It takes it out of a person to carry on each long daywhen pressures of being alone on them does weigh.A loving heart broken by a heart that was not there,it was cast aside without any concern or any care.If just one person would forget looks and rise above,they could relieve the suffering with just a little love.

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?

An upbeat poem I wrote to wish you all a Happy Humpday.Look upon the lovely day the sun is shining brightthe sky is blue and clear, will stay like that tonight.Hear the birds as they sing and make it brighterit gives you a smile and makes the mood lighter.Feel the warm sun on your skin it is Spring at lastwinter dragged on so long, Summers coming fast.Time to get out again and enjoy the good life again,with no more storms of snow, now they're all rain.Break out the swim wear and get yourself a tanenjoy the warmth and play some ball is the plan.Get with all of our friends and enjoy time togethermake the most of ever day we get good weather.So place your hand in mine, my dearest lovelet us lay by a fire and count the stars above,as on the warm sandy beach we walk will alonghaving you there will fill my heart with a song.

I wrote this after seeing one of those after-battle scenes in a movie. To me the crows represent the fanatics and profiteers. Hear the murder of crows as they caw sitting in the treesThey circle far up overhead and dine whenever they pleaseGathering by the hundreds they come for an easy mealand send out a chorus that truly sounds evil and unreal.They send out an eerie echo to deliver the beckoning call"Come and join in the feast there's plenty for one and all."You can hear them even over the sad cries of men pain,muffled by their thirst as they pray for some relief and rain.The sound marks the air and echoes around in my headas I lay unable to move and left here among the dead.They tend now to those that can continue with the fightand may get to the rest of us if we can survive the night.Crows do not care about politics and things like borders,not one of them commands the rest barking out orders.Not caring rather the losers or the victors you might benor about the reason for the war between you and me.They just swoop down upon both the dying and deadand start their feast by pecking the eyes from our head.What noble cause did we fight for and give our lifeno more will we suffer now with all the pain and strifelaying here as our dying will surely soon be throughWe fought for what we believe, to our word was trueand the lowly crow who cares for none will still liveno loyalty to grand ideas or honor will they ever give.

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.

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