Love Is Blind

She 'oft complained while he stood afar
That never was he fully aware
How sweet her faithful, scarlet lips-
How flaxen was her heather hair!

She said that he was surely blind
to her body, like a flower fair-
And what a shame that only death
Could convince him of her steadfast care!

She 'oft in angry voices cried
That she deserved a caring mate.
I spoke not- but only observed
her selfish all-consuming state.

For did she not see that- if not for him
Her sweet lips would turn sour
like wine untouched for many years
beyond the perfect hour?

Could she not see that her golden hair
would be a horses mane- unkept?
And her fairness wilt as flowers do-
And her worldly ways- inept?

For it was he who made her wise
and beautiful- she did not know-
That she was who she was
because
His love had made it so!

No Perfect Time

I don't want to die in the winter
when the cold crackling ground
is covered in snow
and the grass is brown.
I don't want to lie in a chilly grave-
Have the wind blow the flowers away
from my bleak resting mound.

I don't want to die in the spring
when the earth starts to breathe
with the sweetness of life-
Oh, how could I leave?
I don't want to lie in a rainy grave-
watch the birds all fly away
and yellow daffodils grieve.

I don't want to die in the summer
when the hot, sultry sun
shouts of picnics and pool sides
and places of fun.
I don't want to lie in a stuffy grave-
beneath a dusty summer wave-
and life be done.

I don't want to die in the autumn
when crimson leaves begin to fall
and inky skies come alive
with the geese's call.
I don't want to lie in a lonely grave
while the smells of autumn drift away-
and days grow small.

I don't want to die at all.

A Life Invisible

There was a tiny fairy princess
That lived in the shaded wood-
in a dress made out of spiderwebs
with a dandelion hood.

She built a house of emerald moss
with a tulip as her bed-
Her lamp was a tiny firefly
that she hung about her head.

She danced among the violets
and sang amid the flowers-
That tiny fairy princess
lived such fulfilled hours!

But one day as she roamed about,
the wicked North wind blew-
and she fell and drowned in a tiny puddle
of honeysuckle dew.

Me. You. Love.

Bell bottoms. Tie dye.
Summer heat. You and I.
Simple glance. Electric smile.
Cold beer. Stay awhile.
Handsome eyes. Pretty hair.
A song. A touch. A stare.
A date. A night.
Feelin' alright.
Laughter. Wine.
Good. Warm. Fine.
A kiss. Embrace.
A smiling face.
Hot sticky weather.
Every day together.
Blue Datsun. Dusty day.
Want you. Love you. Stay.
Months pass. Love for real.
Marry me? Yes, I will.
Little house. Old car.
Water bed. The Inn Crowd Bar.
Playin' poker. The pond.
Fights. Fun. Growin' fond.
Tuna casserole. No meat.
Makin' love. Ohhh. Sweet.
Dogs, Puppies, Chickens. Geese.
Undying love. To never cease.
Baby girl. New car.
Lucky us. Still are.
Another girl. Becca Ann.
Can we do this? Yes, we can.
Baby boy. Our little Jake.
Cookouts. Bicycles. Heaven sake.
Gray hair. A wrinkle or two.
So little time. So much to do.
Electric smile. Still hot.
What you had- still got.
Still in love. Sweet. Fine.
Still yours. Still mine.
Yes. I do.
I do love you.
I do love you.