All that’s left are memories
Of the one who shares them with me
Memories, sweet memories
But not enough to be
Satisfying
After all I’m still alone
We’re still apart
It’s going to stay that way
In the lonely zone
It hurts in my heart
Of course it must
For the dreams don’t go away
But at least I’ve got these memories
Of our great yesterday

The bride was a widow, the bridegroom a widower and that’s where the story begins
She never thought she’d find another and certainly not him
He, for his part, was down on his way to out in a kind of middle aged funk
But there they were in Sausalito
It’s houseboats, who woulda thunk?
Corrine is a writer of mysteries, fond of wearing chic hats
She types away all day and looks at the Bay
With coffee and two Siamese cats
Downright laconic on the SS Ironic
Which needs some marine repairs
She called for help to get rid of the kelp
And voila, Big Bill appears
Brash and tough was he she thought
But with charms that did disarm
The fiction writer is
In need of a brighter reality, a depth charge
So they collided avec wine as the high tides washed upon their feet
Now undivided, the Lord has provided a place and a time, a destiny
For two who lost love but found it again
On the water
It’s no mystery

I know what he has
Sweeter than can be
The perfect mix of desire and emotion
Her sinuous grace
The simple pleasure
The way it oughta be
When life is on a roll
The sense of being complete
Yes, I know what he’s got
She used to be with me

In these times of worry
When the whole world is scared
I just hunker down
Hoping for the best
I have a wife who loves me
With her I pray
Everything will be all right
We’ll have better days

Life has ups and downs
We must all keep calm
We’ll survive, I’m sure we will
Life will still go on
In the meantime
We should take the time
To give thanks for all we have
We will be all right
It won’t be that bad

We’re in this with each other
It’s called life
We’re getting it together
Notwithstanding the strife

Pretty, demure, and lonely
Rosie did her job
Another day, another house
This one in the hills above
With its great view
Vistas to the sea
Nestled in trees
Providing privacy

She was there to show some shade
Offering all kinds of blinds
The owner, Jack, had just moved in
It was shade he sought
Now Jack, in his thirties, was a bachelor
Romance never seemed to work out
He liked what Rosie had to sell
Indeed, he asked her out

That occurred after he made her lunch
He was a master of the BLT
They devoured each other’s company
So hungrily
She stayed four hours
Came back the next day
Eventually spent the night
Moved in a month later
The blinds fit just right

Jack and Rosie don’t want for much
Not anymore
It was the best sale she ever made
Certainly, Jack’s best score

Recklessly handsome
Living on a daily mix of adrenaline and caffeine
A carnation boutonnière ever-present
He’s a new dog being taught old tricks
Adroit, ready to pounce
In the field, alive

It’s complicated when you can’t discuss what you do
That’s why most date inside the Agency
As does he
Deployed in Myanmar
Under cover
Working alone
He can’t date anyone

It’s a true story
About the love that came to stay
When Tony met Sally
Let’s just say
They are lovers in wonder
At the joy that came
Each so interesting to the other
So naturally
Their kinship so endearing
Off on their own odyssey
Perfectly
Two worlds collided
Creating their own universe
Truth without shackles

I never told her how much I loved her and now she’s gone
Worldly, loving, energetic, curious
Tall with brown eyes
Eclectic, traveled
A good listener
Loved song snippets
And palindromes
And long treks in the hills
But I lost her
I loved her
And now she’s gone

She backs me up
All the time
Silently
Makes sure I never miss out
Forget
Or mix up
Daily

She holds me when I’m lonely
Calms we when I’m down
Let’s me know she loves me
My life she surrounds

He wondered whether he was good enough for her
For she was the best, an ace, beyond compare
Beyond beautiful
Inside and out
She brought his best
He could not do without
With Spring in the air
And a spring to his feet
He gave her his all
For she made him complete
In a love that has lasted
These many years
Though good times and tough ones
Still this love endures
She still encourages him to do his best
He still tries as hard as he can
He will never do less

I used to write her name in longhand
Nearly every day
My first love
But it didn’t stay
Ooh it hurt
Long ago, yesterday

I don’t write her name anymore
I rarely think of her
In gauzy reflection
I remember the good times

I won’t recapture the feelings
Of this erstwhile lad
Just ruminate and reminisce
I’m no longer sad

Long ago and far away
I once loved that girl
But life moves on
And so have we
No longer in each other’s world

“I scored,” the conductor said to himself when
The first violinist said yes when he asked her out
They made music together
A symphony
In time
Perfect harmony
She brings out the best of him
Simple as that
He brings out the best in her
Oh, it was handled discreetly
Once they entwined
She found another orchestra
In which to play
It went smoothly
They stayed together
A chorus of delight
The melody that lingers
With no coda
With love as the hook

She was awful cute the public defender thought
So he figured out a way to talk to her in the hall
Did so in a break
Did she like coffee and could she have some with him?
It was a date
Lisa with the flaxen hair
That precious smile
So sinewy her lithe figure
Our boy filled with desire
Doing his best to make some time
Romance at the courthouse is not as hard come by
As maybe you would think
If I told you how many judges have married their court reporters
You’d probably wink
Charlie kept at it
Assiduously
He’d pop by her courtroom with regularity
They went to dinner
Hiking in the hills
He finally kissed her
Both of them thrilled
He looked at her with longing
Which she returned in full
You can see where this is heading
They both said “I will”
They now have whippersnappers
The full panoply
They still work at that courthouse
Ever after, happily

It’s a cowboy sunset
Red and blue the sky
As the horses settle down
Other critters come alive
It’s just the babe and I
Camping out in the great outside
I’ll be cooking dinner
First I’ll make the fire
We ride every weekend
It’s the way to get away
From the daily toil and agro
In the mountains high
Peaceful and honest
Human to the core
Add to that the moon
And a million stars galore
Trust me when I tell you
This will always be our home
On the trail to somewhere
Me and the babe alone

As the tension builds
We collect our thoughts
So much at stake
Nerves close to shot
Here comes the judge
Here is the jury
The defense is glowering
At my client and me
But it won’t faze me
Not with my fight and grit
I’m ready to do battle
It’s too late to quit
It’s the fight for truth
I give voice to justice
Here we level the playing field
It’s how I make a living
It’s real, so very real

Persnickety and rickety
This old car of mine
My old friend
So many good times
Down to Baja with Lars
Still a friend, so fine
It still gets me there
Each and every time

I bet this car remembers
Running round the hills
Innocents at large we were
Growing up in the world
My friends have all dispersed
Gone are the good old days
All that remains is this old car
Still not out of phase

With its clean and classic lines
It’s soft purring tone
I keep it neat and shiny
In a sense it’s my home
This old car of mine
It’s family
When you see it coming
In it will be me

I love her
Truly love her
Always have
And always will
In my thoughts
All the time she is
The best I know
Perfect, just so perfect
The way it always shall be
Our love is real
Which explains
Why I feel
So happy, happy me
It will be this way
For always
I know what I feel
I love her, really love her
This love is real

Another year gone by
I get weepy
For the memories we shared
Weren’t we so alive?
I reminisce about the good times
I know there are more to come
But I can’t help but miss those moments
We sure had fun
I lost some friends to the Great Sleep
They’re in my heart today
I’m still trucking along
Fortunate to say
I’ve got it good
Look forward to each day
Still, I get weepy
Time just slips away
Leaving only memories
Goodbye with a wave

For 30 years TS Eliot wrote Emily of his undying love
He could not dismiss her from his universe
He didn’t even try
Instead he wrote her for he had no other choice
Trying to unburden himself
Giving what they had a voice
She had turned him down initially
So he married someone else
He was never unfaithful
(Unless you count his ardor)
But he was compelled to stay in touch
To hold her close to his heart
For she was ever in his thoughts
Always in his poetry
A part of his life
And so it is, fifty years on those letters are revealed
Words of love that bear repeating
Words that live and breathe

It is quite an event!
Gerry Atric is old enough to know that Joshua Tree isn’t the right guy for Marine Layer. Anyway, she is more interested in Donny Brook, who had just broken up with Dee Ported, for obvious reasons. There they are, carousing on the Sunset Strip: Perry Winkle, Penny Farthing, Miss Understanding and Poppy ****, when who walks in --- Sara N Dippity, with ***** Nilly and Sal Amander, one on each arm!
Now Sara used to be the significant other of Mort Ify, before him, Pete Moss, before him, Charlie Horse and before him, Al Luminum! Go figure. That leaves Tess Osterone who cannot though she tries, attract any of these fine fellows, so she nurses a drink with Terri Ble, and wails about her latest disappointment with Con Descending.
Trying to calm the situation is Herb Tea, but even he ends up having cross words with **** Tatorial, who finally splits with Paddy Wagon in tow and heads over to see Tia Juana, and if they have time, Nan Tucket.
Why General Jive and Warren Peace are huddled has yet to be explained. Oblivious to all of us Mac Aroon and Junior Mints, shared tasty morsels and a libation with Amber Beer.
Preppy dressed Cord Uroy hangs with the stylsh Art Ist, each trying to make a move on Joy D. Vivre, but they are stopped by Moe Mentum , who had the inside track up until Scott Free, Gus To and Juan Derful surround the crowd, each trying to make some time with her.
Consider Lilli Put conversing with Al Falfa, while Rich People and Cord Cutter trying to listen in, but are thwarted by Mari Gold who interfered with that desire as she was shouting epithets at Con Undrum, who doesn’t know what to do. Miss Issippi cruises in and with Molly Fi, who tries to calm the situation. Watching from the corner is Bob Cat, wary of Miss Creant, who is eying him, all while she is being scoped out by Val I Date.
If life is sometimes a desert, Mo Have personifies it; he has his own problems trying to get out of the way of Uri Nalysis, who is just plain trouble. Jonathan Club is his usual convivial self, making conversation with Trey Chrotomy, who keeps clearing his throat. I was amazed to see Leo **** getting dressed down by Dinah Mite, supported in her criticism by Dee Mise.
Let us turn to the artistic arrivals: Marshall Amp and Art Professor, both adding some zest to the gathering, enabled in part by the always attractive Dee Colletage. Bill O’Lading is a bore until he jumps into the drink with Jac Uzzi, accompanied by Nat Ural, as they view the valley below and drink champagne with Elle Vation. Bobbi Pin pops everyone’s balloon by getting wasted and along with Cara Van is asked to leave. But this paled in comparison to Al Abaster attacking Ana Conda for hitting on her significant other, Tom A. Hawk.
Everyone stays away from Hal Itosis except Sue Venir and Mel Lifluos who avoids discussing the obvious. Commiserating and having a bad time are Marg Inal and June Gloom, but then they’re always that way when they get together.
Moving up in the world is Val Et, with her new recruit, Ann Appolis, decked out in a matching outfit with Lily White. Terry Dactl flew in to convince Dee Nial she had a true friend in Mother Nature, but that she should get a second opinion from Al Egory, any to hear what Brandy Alexander had to say as long as she was not slurring her words.
Everybody loves Gus To, he’s so nice to everyone, even the plain Lyn Olium and the depressing Miss Ann Thrope. We aren’t sure what to make of Sal Amander, who seemed a bit slimy, especially coupled with Beau Dacious. What were they up to? Dan Ube engaged Earnest Money to find out. He reported they were going to fleece Dan Druff and Butch Haircut, who should not invest in their hair-brained scheme.
Al Abama buttered up Cy Pres, hoping for some charity, while Minnie Scule and Tara Bite made an unlikely duo. “Respect” said Jen Uflect, that’s what everyone deserves, as she curtsied at the arrival of Caesar Salad. “Ha, ha, ha,” Heidi ** merrily exclaimed, joined by the mysterious I Stanbul. All he did was complain about the political situation.
Mary Me cannot get enough of Al Falfa, though she would have done better with the always engaging Mo Zart. Too bad he is always with Tom Foolery and Cass Anova, both with questionable motives. I know for a fact that Beau Dacious has crashed this party, pretending to have an invite from Des Ire. Outside, mystified by the diverse assemblage stands Papa Razzi, camera in hand. Hal Leluha tries to talk his way in, but gets nowhere is he is not on the list, says party planner Claire Ify. Mel Ifluous, on the other hand, though not an invitee, does get past the velvet rope, which I surmise is because he is with that wealthy Main Liner, Phil Adelphia.
Back inside the party I encounter Lazy Susan having a drink with Bud Weiser.  Here’s an unusual assortment: Guy Dance, Major Minor, Hazel Nuts and Scott Free. His choice of clothing questionable, Lee Derhosen paints a pretty picture about his life to Al Fresco, who is dismissive. Maybe that is because Mo Hawk puts him down, but he gets some protection from Val Id. Dee Tatched, never a joiner, talks business with Perry Mutual, who is threatened by his nemesis, Vito Power. Jungle Jim back from his travels, has a new mate, Lazy Susan, she having moved on from Leo ****.
How Riff Raff got an invite is shocking and I hope he will depart soon with Lee Ving, Bob N Weave, and Con Descenion. Louis Ville slugs it out, batting away the negative but truculent comments of Claire Ification. Tim Buktu acts like he is in another country, causing Mort Ified to hang his head, all made worse by the mutterings of Carrie On.
Mentor Ing tries to advise Con Flagration to cool it and is helped by
Dolly Grip and Frank Lee Speaking. Stu Pendus addresses each issue raised by Bill O’ Particulars, but he cannot allay the suspicions of Artie Choke, finally saying he must be in a vegetative state if he cannot understand the implications of what he proposes. Bo Tox just stood there, trying to look good.
The last to leave is Senor Ity. Phil Harmonic and June Bug drive him home where he lives with Dana Point and Sherman Oaks.

I got my Mojo working  
Then it petered out
Must have been my fault
In need of the operational manual
I was flummoxed, at halt
So I asked myself
“What should Trevor do?”
So I hit default
And began to sway
To the music that was playing
Then she came my way
Together we just stood there
All we did was sway
Finally, I took her on the dance floor
We began to sway
All we did was sway
It wasn’t about the dance-steps
Just the rhythm we did feel
Comfortable with each other
So very real
Thus began our odyssey
Present, yes and still today
Oftentimes when we hear music
Together we just sway

How will I be remembered?  
The iconic me?
Me in my twenties?
Me in my forties?
Or some kind of average me?
As if I all the people I’ve been were thrown into a blender?
Kindness, did I show it?
Respect, did I give it?
Integrity, did I have it?
Friendship, did I honor it?
How will I be remembered?
My life, what did it show?

I hope to die in the arms of love
With a smile on my face
As I head for the above
I hope to live a long, healthy life
Happy, so happy with my happy wife
Hope is all I’ve got
That and a little luck
I made it this far
I’ll never give up
Hoping to lie in the arms of my love
She keeps me together
It’s love that keeps us afloat
I have faith in hope
Faith in love
Life’s mystery

It feels so great when I’m on stage
Waving my arms, smiling, laughing
The audience goes crazy and I do too,
But then I leave the crowd and she’s still gone
Romantic love has its ups and downs
Why can’t I give her up?
I’m still in love with her
But she not with me
Everyone loves me
Performing is bliss, such a high
Singing songs of romantic love
How I warm their hearts
But it’s a disguise
For then it’s over, just like us
The joy departs
Tenderness, sweet kisses
All that is amorous
Is what I’m all about
But in real life, it’s a miss
I’m the poet of hope
All that’s good about love
But happy? Nope
Meet this sad lonely artist offstage
Walking a tightrope

We were both lonely
Each in love with someone else
In relationships that couldn’t come together
Notwithstanding what we felt
So we spent a lot of time with each other
Friends, just friends
That’s all we’d ever be
Friends, solid friends
Each of us in misery
We hung out at parties
Tried not to frown
People thought we were with each other
Word got around
But no one knew
Just us two
And the ones we could not have
Both of us went nearly mad
Eventually my friend and her love
Found a path that worked out right
Me, I found another
We’re living a great life
And I’m still close with my dear friend
Who kept me safe and sane
Until I found my only one
And a happy end, with no blame

I’m a better man for being with you
Doing my best today
Sorry about my failings
I just want to say
I need you
To love me
Forgive me
Lift me up
Help me pray
That I make this life worthwhile

Historical events, I’m reminded everyday
I see it in the news
The news of yesterday
I’m brought back to the times
What I was doing and knew then
It’s always about romance
Did I have a special friend?

Yes I did, I remember as I review the news of yesterday
I wanted to marry her
I made the play
Only to find I was yesterday’s news
She’d gone away
Had a new lover which I didn’t discover
Our ship had sailed

The news from then brings back sad memories
Not only for the world, but especially for me
A broken heart in broken times
The former is me
I still smart when I recall what happened then
I’ve moved on but never all the way
Some of the hurt never ends
It doesn’t go away

Richard drove to Parker Street
He parked in front of the house
Where he once lived with Sandy
Back when they were in love
Two so together they glowed
It was the best of times
Until it ended
He couldn’t commit
So she left, just split
She found another, married him
Richard weeps for what he has lost
He looks at the house one last time
Then starts the car, and takes off

I’m thankful for good health
And that of all my friends
I’m thankful to have my friends
The many I have got
I’m thankful for my wife
She means so much to me
Keeps me sane and well fed
Is great fun and with to be
I’m happy to be happy
To live in this great world
To see all that I have seen
These days, with my girl
I’m happy in my daily job
It’s interesting, I’m fulfilled
I’m thankful for the English language
Which stirs my intellect
I get to write verse at will
Sometimes I connect
I’m thankful for the weather
California’s the place to be
I’m thankful, very thankful
Lucky old me

I’m what you call a cyber-sleuth
A modern tracker
A hunter of who want to disappear
It’s hard these days
The internet is everywhere
Plus, I have my ways
The disappears sometimes incorporate
That’s a way to go underground
Nevada, Wyoming and New Mexico are states that hide your name
Get a new phone number and credit card in the corporate name
Pay with cash
Make up a fake name
Get a private mailbox
Or remailing service
Move, maybe get a decoy house
Stop using the phone for directions
Create a virtual private network for internet use
Encrypt devices when traveling remotely
Wear disguises when you leave the house
Wear a hat, sunglasses too
Maybe you’ll elude me
Hasn’t happened yet
I’ve got tricks of my own
I keep them close to my chest

It was a battle we both lost
All that back and forth
Up and down
And everywhere
And down to earth
We fell in love
It feels so good
It never hurts
Oh, we tried to fight it off
Our breakups never took
For we are meant for each other
We just cook

She sits in the coffee house
Hat pulled over the top of her head
Dressed classy in a Joni Mitchell way
She looks down at the table
To the gentle music overhead she does sway
I notice behind her is a suitcase
On top of it a stylish black leather bag
I realize this is how she begins each day
At 7 AM, this place becomes home
It’s respite she seeks
She’s homeless and alone
Here in Beverly Hills
Of all the places to be
Homeless, probably helpless
Trying her best to keep her dignity
I’ll go back to my office
She’ll stay on my mind
I’ll say a prayer for her
That peace she does find

He went to all my Little League game
“Attaboy,” he’d shout
My biggest fan
Went on Boy Scout campouts
Played touch football and catch
With that big smile of his
He always made us laugh
Daddy was great fun
The leader of our clan
A great guy was he
The perfect man
So Daddy up in heaven
I hope you’re proud of me today
I owe my accomplishments to you
“Attaboy” you’d say

She sat next to him
Simple as that
A lovely lass she is
They began to chat
Age appropriate
Common interests
In nothing flat
They began to bond
Which then led to that
Evening dinner
A date thereafter
Each day of the week
Then they moved in together
After a mere few weeks
The they got married
Then they had a kid
They live happily ever after
As you so wish they did
They sit next to each other
Every time they fly
Holding hand as they discover
The very friendly skies

Hearts are broken
Then reopened
The heartache goes away
On the way to yourself you say
There will come the day
When my true love will come to stay
So you watch and wait and hope
Looking for that special one
Just as she or he searches for you
Then you will surrender
As you will not have a choice
You’ll hear the voice inside
Usually after a kiss
That this is a one and only
Not a hit or miss

Mickey is a cat who walks on his own
Doesn’t need a lantern, just freedom to roam
A man with a mission, a fan of the sun
A dreamer, a charmer, left a rough home
Made his own way, roughly hewn
A lover of life with romances strewn
A few broken hearts, some for him,
Some for the hers
He’s searching for someone
She’s out there, he’s sure
This loner is alone
His intentions pure
But he likes it that way
Better solo than stuck with someone
From whom you want to get away
He saunters down Main Street
A man with a mission
Nearly complete

As one entity
They fought for their love
The way it should be
They shared a knowing glance
The hands that clasp
Kisses that mean everything
Why not me?
Why not, and when?
When will it be
That I have someone to love
Someone to marry me?

I want someone who’ll fight for us
Someone who believes in me
Someone to share the good and bad
Someone happy
Which is why sometimes at weddings
There are tears that come from me
I’m happy for the bride and groom
But sad, so sad for me
For I so want my someone
Where can she be?
I have to believe she too
Is searching for me.

All for you baby
You’re always number one
I’ve had other lovers
But they’re over with and gone
It’s just you and me from now on
The way it shall be
It’s you I love
It’s you and me

Can we make it together?
You asked, as we lay side to side
I nodded yes, I knew inside
We are true lovers
We are meant to be

It’s knowing and believing
Faith and hope combined
Perfect clarity
Two lives defined
The future so bright
Our souls entwined

So good it felt
So good it still feels
We found our truth
It’s you me

Nestle in my arms
As I wrestle in my thoughts
Leaving the day’s vicissitudes
To the hours before dark
I need you
Thank God I want you
I always will
It’s easy to love you
To stay true
You make it easy
Keeping it breezy
With conversations fresh
As the tasty meals you cook
You’re soft and gentle
And tough as nails
Just what I need
My mother always liked you

Her face is like a poem
Her heart a willow tree
Bending softly in the moonglow
Beating always for me
She’s the bell in my distance
The hearth at home
With me everywhere
Even when I’m alone
In the desert she is water
She’s the forest and the trees
Everything she is to me
Everything

Feisty as a hurricane is she
Kind and fair and soft
Who changed me for the better
Improving me by far
I want to please her
Every day in every way
And she loves me
What more need I say?

It’s everything about her
Her touch, her lips, her smell
Her class, her energy
We get on so well
She believes in me
As I believe in her

My gig is in hotspots
That’s what I do
I’m a journalist
I report the truth
But maintaining relationships is oh so difficult
Especially when there are landmines, IED’S
Bullets, missiles, kidnapping and assassinations
You gotta wonder, why me?
What’s with the danger?
There’s no good grief
But I’ve got editors and readers who want the truth
So here I am in Hong Kong, or Myanmar, spending my youth
I could have a girl back home
Instead I got an interpreter I love
Who wants to come to America — and deserves to as he protects me
But I love it, it sure beats the city desk
Every day is an adventure
Or a nightmare
Getting a haircut is tough
The food often *****
No end in sight for this life
Unless the world disappears

All women are cool
Some so very hot
I appreciate them all
Not that I have got
The key to understanding them
As to that I’m lost
They are such a mystery
Usually, they’re the boss

I succumb to their humor
Liveliness and style
I like a woman who is demure
But tough as nails inside

Women rule the world
We work so hard for them
All to make them happy
To be a family man

It’s always been that way
Since Eve and old Adam
Women are so very cool
Ask any men who has ‘em

I hear you, though I cannot see
Been blind since I was 13
Degenerative affliction got me
Nothing I can do, got this white cane
I’m listening to you
Including when you don’t notice
Like at the table to your right
I’ve been assigned to gather info
During times when you’re not uptight
Like at dinner at this fancy restaurant
Who would think I work for the Company
And do so at this haunt?

I know your voice well, I’ve heard it many times before
When you’ve been at embassy parties
I was near the door, my back to you
I heard all you had to say about those troop deployments
The retaliation then in play which I duly reported
And we dealt with that affair with one of ours
Stealth is my business, why I dare to be here tonight
With my good friend and confidant who watches out for me
Gives me cover on our jaunts

I hear everything, that’s what I’m trained to do
I’ve learned how to concentrate on everything that’s said
I can even feel it when you nod your head
And I’ve got this job, which truly I love
Good pay involving state secrets
Soon it will be time to leave
Then I’ll phone to my boss
Tell him what you believe

This is certified for publication
Let the whole world know
Shout if from the mountaintops
Let the football horn blow
Put it on billboards
Say it on the evening news
Everybody has got to know
About me and you

We set them up, the babe and me
Two candidates for romance
Who wanted to believe their someone was out there
And within reach
That’s where we come in
We knew them each
He was charming in a Bogart kind of way
Well presented, dapper with that blue beret
Traveled and educated, witty you would say
And kind, so very kind, the kind of person you would relay
To a beauty you might also know
Which we did, last night, we so enjoyed them make a go
Dinner and drinks, the conversation lively and fun
They locked into each other
It was time for us to run
Today we got the verdict
Yes, a perfect match
I envision a wedding
Surely, they’re a natch

On the train Trevor couldn’t help but notice
Miriam’s eyes, the perfect shade of green
He didn’t have much time to make his move
So he wrote on his card
That she was the prettiest he’d ever seen
After she got off, she looked him up
He was a happening guy
So she emailed him that he wasn’t the first
To give her a card on the train
But he was the one who made her smile the most
So she explained
They dated of course then came the day
They had to take the train
In the car, as they moved along, an a cappella group began to to sing
“I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You,” the refrain
Trevor then dropped to one knee
Now she carries his name

It’s not like in the movies
There’s much more to it
You can’t be superficial
Or the spirit goes flat
It takes a lot of work
Sometimes there will be pain
Relationships require the will to work it out
Let me explain
Love’s a train of commitment
Understanding too
Faith in destiny
Forgiveness so that one forgets
Just keep moving on
It’s a daily effort, but it is no chore
When two really tango, there is so much more
To living, to sharing in every way
When you can turn to another and simply say
I love you, when and then it’s really real
There’s a joy that permeates
To the world you can’t conceal
You’ve found the meaning of life
Surely this is love
Relationships, ah relationships
When they work, when you spend the time
Of them you can’t get enough of

Feisty as a hurricane is she
Kind and fair and soft
Who changed me for the better
Improving me by far
I want to please her
Every day in every way
And she loves me
What more need I say?

It’s everything about her
Her touch, her lips, her smell
Her class, her energy
We get on so well
She believes in me
As I believe in her

HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM

You can do it, anyone can write a love poem. First, decide you want to do it, then get something to write on, pencil or computer, and begin. Do it anytime, anywhere, whenever you have a few minutes to contemplate. View the ability to do so as a treat, for it will be fun to navigate emotion via words, akin perhaps to working a crossword puzzle as you fish for just that word or turn of phrase that gives meaning. It is challenging and exciting to find that rhyme that works.  It helps to have a strong vocabulary, but just knowing the language is all you really need. Some of the greatest poems ever created are utterly simple in the language used.
Metaphors and similes are always welcome additions to poems and utilize onomatopoeia, alliteration and assonance whenever possible. Using these tools delights the eyes and ears.
Put your mind at ease and enjoy and appreciate having the time and ability to create and think about life’s most precious gift. Start with a phrase or thought that has come to mind upon which you’d like to expand. (I have a collection of these I call upon when I’m looking for inspiration.) Focus on the what, why and how of love and its meaning to you. You can write about your feelings for someone you know or with whom you are in a relationship. Or, perhaps, you will be writing in a fictional context drawing from your own experience or from hopes and dreams. Is there someone you miss, or to whom you wish to be closer?  It helps to have someone to think about, but it’s not necessary.
There is no formula for a love poem, it can be free verse, a sonnet, or one of a myriad of rhyme schemes. When I write, I just start writing and words and rhymes just flow. It’s somewhat like riding a bicycle. It’s not that hard to learn, you can go faster and faster in any direction you want. The more you write, the easier it becomes stylistically,  
There are many kinds of romantic love:  those of longing for or missing someone special, and the contented, satisfying type when it’s really going well, among other variations. You’ll never be at a loss for inspiration. I get ideas from the newspaper, comments in conversation, and much of the time, out of thin air. So many times I’ll write a first line, not knowing where the poem will go, and lines come, one after the another, as if on a scavenger hunt. Then, voila, I have a perfectly formed little verse that is just right, at least to my eyes.
Writing has a salutary, therapeutic effect. Grappling with words and emotions in the context of love is invigorating contemplation which can assist in resolving thorny, important issues facing the poet. The problem may not be solved, but perhaps it may be defined. This is your opportunity to get back at a someone who hurt you in a failed romance. You’ll feel better after doing so and no one will ever have to know you really feel or how you were so hurt. When you do share your poems with others and loved ones, you’ll be gratified at the reaction and the recipient will be thrilled to have been the object of such affection.
Write for yourself, satisfy yourself first.  Poems are personal and can remain private forever, so don’t worry about being embarrassed about what you write. Get it down.  You don’t have to show it to anybody. However, once created, maybe you will want to. Love is about sharing, devotion, friendship. Writing poetry has gotten me through much sadness, given me goals, and been endlessly pleasing to my psyche over the years.
Be spare in your writing, don’t use any unnecessary words. There is elegance in simplicity.  It is in the editing that the poem truly comes alive. Doing a good polish is to eat the icing on the cake.
Once you start writing poetry, you will never stop. It’s addicting and just a great way to use time wisely. You will amaze yourself with what comes out of your mind and heart. It’s a process, writing, and will exercise your mind and bring much pleasure.  
Start today.