If writing poetry could keep you by my side

I'd write a book of poems from now until Eternity.

I'd fill it full of odes to beauty, odes to you.

But then, you know how I feel.

So, knowing,

Is there any point in starting my book of poems?

Will they be of any

Practical value ?

My poem to you is of my love.

My poem to you is of my love for you.

My poem to you is of my love for your children.

My poem of my love is to you.

My poem. like my life is you.

Morning,

Evening,

Rain,

Shine

Laughter,

Tears,

Together,

Apart,

Teaching,

Learning,

Tending,

Caring,

Sharing.

Sharing the joy of happy children.

Blending.

Blending our lives and bodies.

Loving,

Loving you.

Loving

You.

You already know I believe you

To be making a mistake.

I believe that the greatest mistake

Is with your son.

At the age he is he needs a father.

He has come to know and trust me.

I will not let him down.

I will not have him start

All over again.

It is bad to be selfish

At the expense of children,

To say "I will be happy

At the expense of the children".

Is bad, is selfish.

At this time In his life

Your son needs me.

It In Irresponsible to say

"He in too young to understand,

He is too young to be effected

By a sudden change in his life."

It is his life.

He still has his three score years and ten,

God willing,

And we two score,

These are the years, now,

Now that he trusts me - even supports me,

These are the years that count.

For the love of God,

If not for the love of Me,

Don't ruin his life

Through selfishness.

Darling,

I've said enough,

But,

Loving you as I do,

I find my pen will not leave the paper.

Somehow,

Some Supernatural Force

Is pouring words

Into my head.

My short poem is becoming

A book of poems.

Twice yesterday

We were closer

Than ever before.

And still you must leave?

I have offered many concessions

To you.

Not through weakness, but

Through Love.

Through Life.

Your daughter wants to be our bridesmaid.

One day, she will be,

God be willing.

And God is on my side.

Of this I am convinced.

Love,

Life,

A complicated fiasco.

Eating,

Burning,

Tearing,

Rending the heart.

Sleepless nights,

Worrying,

Loving,

Loving you.

Loving

You.

Opened my eyes from my sleepless night

This morning.

Saw you there

In restless sleep

Tossing

Turning.

Wondered what was on your mind,

And guessed.

In the morning when you lie there

Asleep,

In restful sleep,

There is a look of

Peaceful serenity

On your face.

Did you know that you often

Sleep

With a smile on your face?

You do.

And sometimes,

After a night out,

You have forgotten to remove your

Eye shadow.

I sometimes sit in bed

And watch you.

And watch

You.

I watch your face peacefully asleep.

I watch your gentle breathing,

I watch your hair

And think how much

I love you.

I love

You.

Do you remember your dream?

Yes, but do you remember it?

As it was?

The dream you dreamed

And told to me when you were lying back

Upon that mound of earth,

Full of booze?

"The Truth comes out when you are pissed."

Remember that dream? As it was?

Your dream

With the passing of the days

Became my dream.

Became

My Dream.

But do you remember that Dream?

Do you remember it?

Was there not a baby?

Your baby?

My baby?

Our Baby?

That baby still exists as does the Dream,

In your body,

In my body,

Waiting to be joined,

Waiting to be born

As Our Baby,

Do you remember?

Do you remember that Dream?

I remember.

One day that dream will come true

Will

Come true.

This poem is a purging of my mind.

A purging of my soul, my love.

In writing it

I've tried to think

If there is any reason why

I should stop loving you.

Why I should give you up.

I

have

found

None.

If anything, in looking through the years,

The months, the days,

The hours, minutes, seconds,

Every moment since my love for you

Commenced

That night

In the Country Club,

If anything my love has grown.

My love

For you

Has grown.

My love

Has

Grown.

Remember, My Darling.

I will always love you.

I will always

Love

You.