(love story)

She was only 21-when her fiancés life
Was taken with a gun.
They had three years together
And life was getting so much better.
They had plans for a wedding in June
But it ended much too soon.

He had given her a long stem rose
Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.
She took the rose and with loving tender care
With her diary she would share.

She took the rose and cut the stem
And she knew his love would never end.
She knew with time this flower would wither
And die- and that it was a love between he and I.
So she got the silica gel, And preserved the
Rose very well.

She put it into a plastic bag
and vacuumed out all the air.
Then put it into her diary
Where only she could see.

They said it was a down right shame
That he was in the middle of a shootout
Between two rival gangs.
That was when he lost his life
Before she became his loving wife.

As the tears rolled down her eyes
She started to visualize
Of how her wedding day would have been
Had he not been in the wrong place
At the wrong time.
Their life would have turned out fine.

As she placed the rose upon the diary page
Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.
Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?

But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt
Relieving her of all the anger she felt.
Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”
Of a happy life together she was sure.

Life can be comical, and you never know
What it will bring.
But she got pregnant doing her thing.

Then one night when she fell asleep
Into her mind he did creep
And told her these words:
Now you have three things I left behind
My love, a rose, and a child of mine.

When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain
For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.

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louis rams · Jan 12, 2011

LOVE LETTERS


She held a pack of love letters tied with ribbons and bows.
these were the love letters that she would never show.
Every one of them was dated first to last
These were the letters that held a life past.
Times may pass and things may change
But memories stay the same.

The writing of love letters had slowly disappeared
But she held on to them from year to year.
She sat with the letters in her lap.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
He had said he would be with her
Till the day he died
And fifty years later
He met his maker
And was carried to the cemetery
by the undertaker.

The letters had been written
with tenderness and love
Proclaiming every thing
Even the stars above.

He said life was meaningless if with her
His life he could not share.
And losing her was something
he could not bear.

Now that he was gone and she
Was left all alone.
The house didn’t seem
like much of a home.

She knew her children would not understand
Why she held the love letters in her hand.
These were the memories  that kept her alive
And on that she couldn’t deny.
But her mind and body was fading fast
And she knew she could not last.
So to her children she bequeathed
The letters that she cherished all her life
For that was her husband, and she was his wife.

These are the love letters that your father
Wrote to me when we were young and carefree.
He told me of all that life had to offer.
And of all the love he had for me
And that he wanted to raise a family.

When you read his letters you will know
Why I loved this man so.
And now it’s time for me to go.

Because your father awaits me on the other side
And we’ll be together for all of time

(10/5/12)

In olden days girls had to be prepared by age eight
Learning to cook , sew , and clean house
And prepare herself for a spouse.

The only dolls that these girls knew
Was put together by straw and glue.
Then with time things did change
Dolls were made for every age.

But mans ideas stayed the same
The females still did not have any rights
But yet they was taught to fight.

Centuries have passed since that time
And yet some things remain the same
In the middle east and parts of Asia
The female rights are still in danger.

But the ****** and physical abuse
Is all over the world, and it affects
Our boys and girls.

I think it’s time for the public
To stand up and fight
For the children and women s rights.

© L . RAMS

They all went to their houses of worship that day
And to GOD they did pray.
Every disaster known to man
Was hitting each and every land.

People finding their lands under water
Ravaging winds, and civil disorders.
Food supplies down so low
And they had no place to go.
Stores all torn to the ground
Family and friends no where s to be found.

People being pushed to the ground
Lives being trampled and screams abound.
Panic in every nation, coping with these devastations.

People were losing hope and becoming in doubt
As to what this was all about.
Then from the church pews someone started to holler.

Most say that you are a merciful GOD
And others say you are quick to anger.
We as mere mortal men can not say
What’s in your heart day to day.

I tend to believe that you are merciful
For why would you create us in your own image
And send down your begotten son
If there was no hope for anyone?

These I know are signs from you
But you must tell us just what to do.
Is it that our fellow man
Refuses to give a helping hand
And you’ve finally taken your stand.
Not a sound or a word was heard
Just the fluttering of the wings of a bird.
All the eyes looked up to the rafters
This was the sign that they was after.
The cross of CHRIST was all aglow
Why this happened they did not know.

As fast as it appeared, it disappeared
And in their hearts they all knew
Exactly what they had to do.

So like the apostles on they went
For the feelings they had was heaven sent.
they had to spread the word of GOD
To everyone near and far.
They knew that this world needed prayer
And this love they had to share.

© L . RAMS

I can not live without seeing your face
your smile, your tender embrace.
I can not live, without seeing and hearing your laughter
for that is all that I am after.

you are my life, my soul.
your love I want to hold.

the tears rolling down your face
when you see suffering all around
and no answer to be found.

I’ve seen your heart break
when a Childs future is at stake.

I’ve seen the warmth and tenderness that you bring
winter, fall, summer, spring.
for it matters not the year or time
for your feelings to unwind.

I’ve seen your touch stop a baby from crying
as they looked all around
and looked into your eyes and felt safe and sound.

there is an aura of light that surrounds your being
and a warmth that radiates from within.
like the sun upon the earth
giving life, giving birth.
it has made me stop and wonder
for when I met you, there was lightning and thunder
and you appeared, as if out of thin air.
I was transfixed to your face
not a line, not a trace of worry or care.
none of that was there.
you said that there was something
that you had to do, and if I would help you.
now I finally see, that you came to help me.
you opened my eyes to all that surrounds me
for that's the way it had to be.
the 'face of an angel' had came that day
just to help me find the way.
the 'face of the angel' that I saw
will live in my heart forever more.
SEARCH YOUR HEART AND 'YOU WILL FIND'
THE FACE OF AN ANGEL, JUST LIKE MINE.
Louis rams ©

Youth to elder                                © l.rams    (10/4/12)

The years are catching up to us
Our minds seem to be losing touch
No longer do we see or feel
What is fake and what is real.

They say humanity has five senses
Which I tend to disagree
Seeing, smelling, hearing, taste and touch.

But those are just the outer senses of which they speak
What about the inner senses which control you and me.

Love, compassion, fear , hate
Just a few which they forgot to rate.
The list has become so long
That in a book it doesn’t belong.

Sadness, joy, anger, frustration
It’s not even enough for our imagination.
All these things with age we’ve come to know
And in our souls it began to grow.

The soul is the only thing that we can not lose
And given a choice- this I’ll choose
For when it’s time for us to go to the other side
Everything else is left behind.

The soul is like a treasure chest
It holds all the wealth that you’ve created
Of all the feelings known to man
So when you get to GODS kingdom
You’ll understand.
It becomes like a video that you can see
Of your every step and memory
So Alzheimer’s and dementia stand aside
You ‘re in for a long, long ride.

It was early in the morning, and the sky
Was full of colors of  orange, blue, white, and gray.
And it seemed like these clouds were coming my way
The clouds were moving in rapid speed
Like none that I had ever seen.

These clouds seemed to inter mingle
And through my body , I felt a tingle.
They appeared to be creating a form
Of colors so rare, and with the
World , it wanted to share.

The colors so rich, so beautiful
So vibrant, so clear
It carried my mind, my soul
High into the air.

I felt as if I was being swept away
And in these colors I wanted to stay.
Although I knew that this could not be
That it was GOD comforting me.

I knew he had done his job quite well
For in this world I still dwell.
Yet he always gives us an inner peace
Where we find some relief.

Now as I looked up to the skies once more
In the clouds a face I saw.
It was the LORD smiling down on me
Setting my mind and soul free.

So when you are feeling down and asking why
Look to the colors of the sky.

© L . RAMS