Mourning in the Morning

This morning
I look into the mirror
Seeing a relic
An aging man
Undeserving . . .
While as I gaze at you
All that I can see
Is youthful beauty
That deserves more
Than I can offer
And I cry
For you
Mourning for you
As I look at myself
In the mirror
This morning

Hopes of Becoming Your Prince in the New Year

The year is about to come to an end
And even though we say "out with the old"
I find myself mourning the passing of the old year
Yet, looking forward to the New Year and all that it brings
And the anticipation of it all makes my heart want to sing
Yet, I find myself wanting to linger longer in the old
Hoping to bring to fruition those unfulfilled dreams
Of becoming the best that is within me to become
Including becoming that Prince Charming
The man that you dream of every night
The one you dream of holding tight
So I mourn the passing of the old
Hoping the New Year will hold
Just that - Hope of becoming
Becoming your Prince . . .

What to Get You for Christmas?

Five days until Christmas
And as usual I'm clueless
About what to get for you
And I don't know what to do?
I would give you my heart
But you already have it
So here I sit
Wondering . . .
What do I get for you?
What do you want?
As for me
I have what I want
You and your love
Which is all that I want
For Christmas

Tired, Yet Sleepless

Damn, I'm tired
Or so I thought
Then I dropped into bed
And with few words said
I became wide awake
As I nestled closer
And then even closer
To you side
As you lay sleeping
And not wanting to wake you
I made love to you in my mind
Like I always do on those nights
When I drop into bed
And I'm so damned tired . . .

I'll Always Love You, Regardless . . .

It is nearly ten o'clock at night
And even at this late hour
My love for you is burning bright
Burning bright and hot
Which says a lot
Or maybe not
Because the hour
Of the day or night
Really matters not the time
Or even the date
All that matters
Is that I love you
And you love me
So the time, day, hour, or date
Doesn't matter as you can see
Even though it is nearly ten o'clock at night
I will always love you, regardless . . .

Two Burning Fires

There are two fires burning in our house tonight
One is with fire burning hot and bright
The other burns hot but is out of sight
One is in the fireplace and is fueled by wood
The other burns in my heart and makes me feel good
It it my love for you . . .

December Dreaming

The snows of December have begun to fall
The isles of the tropics have begun their call
The call comes on a cold artic breeze
And soon I am dreaming of coconut trees

Coconut trees and beaches of sand almost white
Such thoughts and dreams are keeping me warm at night
But during the day the snow continues to fall
While the isles of the tropics continue to call

And in my dreams of the tropics are sweet dreams of you
Certainly a trip to the tropics would be a sweet dream come true

End of Year Thanks After Thanksgiving

November and Thanksgiving have come and gone
Winter's snows have fallen and cover the lawn
The days are shorter and the nights are cold
So we cuddle under thick warm wool blankets
While harsh winter winds makes me feel old
And so in this season I begin reminiscing
Counting blessings of sound body and mind
And family and friends that I'm missing
So as I sit here with memories racing
Thinking of New Year challenges
And all I'll be facing
I thank the good Lord
In heaven above
For having you in my life
I am so thankful you are my wife
I Love You . . .

As Time Passes and Unwinds

Time passes and times sometimes change
And sometimes we short change ourselves
While most of the time we just waste time
Often just wishing we could be making time
Yet, the time passes us by most of the time
Fidning ourselves in a state of short changedness
That time has left us way behind the times
While we have fallen behind current times
Lost in memories of the good old times
Time marching on, leaving us behind
As our life's clock slowly unwinds