He wore a smile as smooth
as Glass
While promises slipped
through like Class
His words were honey,
sweet and Bright
But hid the shadows in the
Night
He kept two names inside
his Heart
And gave his vows to
someone Apart
The house was warm, the
air was Still
Yet every corner felt so
Chill
I traced the lies along the
Wall
And watched the vows
begin to Fall
Now silence answers when I
Call
And I am learning to stand
Tall
He peers into the mirror of his life
His curiosity expands the scope
Their silver Autumn season stained with strife
He whispers nightly prayers beside his wife
But time has brought them to a slip’ry slope
He peers into the mirror of his life
Her disability cuts like a knife
With choices disappearing as they cope
Their silver Autumn season stained with strife
Enduring pain and worry ever rife
She prays for some relief and strength to cope
He peers into the mirror of his life
Each day she tries to claim a fuller life
A better goal than reasons found to mope
Their silver Autumn season stained with strife
She counts her blessings and God’s gift of life
The anchor for her soul remains her hope
He peers into the mirror of his life
Their silver Autumn season stained with strife
A conscript in the army of married men
I thank God my wife is not a hen
She only picked me, never pecked me
Romance renewed daily, as you can see
Our school days are far behind us now, so sadly,
Yet our shared lives I still praise so gladly.
The moments in our past I will always cherish;
You gave me endless smiles that will never perish.
The memory of your embrace and kindest words
Still fills the air like the morning song of birds.
You always shone with power, grace, and true ability,
Living your life with more abundance than nobility.
I think of innocent days when we just played—
Two little girls giggling, unbothered in the shade.
Atop your bunk bed, anchor women on the screen,
We read the nightly news and imagined every scene.
Those childhood headlines sparked a creative flame,
And taught my heart to love the poetry I now frame.
You enrich your destiny with so much love now,
Stepping into a new journey with a marital vow.
I am eternally grateful to be here as your friend,
Blessed by a beautiful connection with no end.
My days are a golden canvas where true devotion shines,
Reflected in a loyal bond that beautifully entwines.
Coffee or tea?
Eggs or French toast?
“I’m not sure honey,
Whatever you want most.”
Strawberries or melon?
A fork or spoon?
“I’m not sure honey,
But I’d like to eat before noon.”
Windows up or curtains drawn?
Go back to bed or start the day?
“I’m not sure love,
You can decide either way.”
Music playing or keep it quiet?
Pajamas or get dressed?
“I’m not sure love,
Whatever you think is best.”
Walk around the garden?
Or sit inside for a while?
“I’m not sure honey,
I just want to see you smile.”
Slow mornings, sleepy eyes
Together curled in a ball
I’m not sure honey,
I think I want it all
Sun shining through the window
Flowers in full bloom
I’m not sure love,
But it’s always with you
No plans, no hurry
No reason to leave
I’m not sure love
But this is enough for me
A dream, a vision
Of a love to be.
A hope, a future
And a legacy
Of what two can be
For eternity.
Do you remember young love?
It was "Oh What A Night."
We vowed,
"Nothing Gonna Stop Us Now."
The time passed quickly,
as the many days turned into years.
Then there was nothing left to say but,
"If You Leave Don't Look Back,"
says it all.
She never asked for castles or a love story grand,
Just someone who would always understand.
Someone who’d notice the things left unsaid,
And remember the little thoughts inside her head.
Someone who’d know how she takes her tea,
What makes her smile, what makes her happy.
Who’d bring her flowers on an ordinary day,
Just to see her smile and brighten her way.
She wants to be heard, respected, and known,
To feel that with him, she’s never alone.
A love so gentle, yet fiercely true,
The kind that says, “I’ll always choose you.”
And if the world should laugh and say,
“He’s wrapped around her every day,”
He’d simply smile, without a care,
Because loving her was never a burden to bear.
She doesn’t want someone to rule or possess,
She wants a heart that chooses her happiness.
A love that feels like coming home,
Where two hearts belong, but neither owns.
That’s all she asks, nothing more, nothing less
A love full of warmth, respect, and tenderness.
Someone who loves her, in all that she’ll be,
And makes forever feel easy and free.
Isn’t it really what we become together?
Separating souls, not nearly the answer.
Feathers, free falling, caught in angelic sight.
Shall we try again? We don’t learn to fly
in our youth; before we die? Try
and try again to catch ourselves. The best
is yet to be. Can we help but steady?
Are we worth it? God certainly thinks so.
Sow those seeds of love, joy and peace.
They don’t come easy. We do get hurt.
But as we heal, aren’t we stronger? We fight
for our completeness. Don’t stop short.
A broken vase, not like Humpty Dumpty,
put together again. The crevices are
those golden years. Weren’t they all grand,
not in and of themselves, but for the shining
light in the halls of heaven. The Word
of God says that a three-stranded cord
is not easily broken, therefore The Most High
must not be omitted; we cannot fly on our own.
Thou anchor of my all, of love and life,
For in a marriage, hearts both beat for two;
For thou art woven with me, wove and wife,
For thus, while growing old, we do renew.
To have and to hold—
In: sickness and health
In: good times and awful terrible times
In: spite of a coworker
who challenges my very decrepit paradigm
with a new world
who sends lightning bolts down my spine
by touching me in passing
who changes my mind-life-soul forever
—Till death do us part
Eyes of Time, do you get tired
in the heavens high above
as you see the world play out
with all its hate and love?
Yes, I am the Eyes of Time,
and of love, I never tire.
There are many ways to love,
from kindness to desire.
I watch with sweet pleasure
when a young man takes a wife,
and soon there is a baby,
and I thrill at newborn life.
Yet, when I watch men fight wars,
and see them clash and die,
(both sides, virtuous and right)
these Eyes of Time must cry.
Dear Barbara.
Before Fed Ex or UPS delivered rapidly,
There was USPS with Special Delivery.
Before them all, God delivered freely.
There are two treasured gifts most heavenly.
God blessed me with a wife and a family.
There's no one else with whom I'd rather be
Than the one that God clearly gave to me.
All that came before you
Lit a flame that quickly vanished from view.
For 54 years, there's been 'Just Us'.
It will be this way until one of us bites the dust.
Steeped deep within my memory,
I'll always remember the start of our story.
In a college town,
In a church pew,
You turned both my head and heart around.
From that moment on, everything became new.
In very short order,
I knew you were a gift from my heavenly Father.
A most distant sun
Blesses light on our union
As we feint through life.
I gave you a Rose,
fond blossom of the
season. You replied
with a heart, a garden
for all Time --
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