To,
The Queen of my Heart

Though we be apart, many miles apart
the distance is moot, when the love is afoot
but a lot can be said, for a kiss on the head
a warm touch on skin, a peck on the chin
the lack of a hug, does on the heart tug
but I pretend all that is less, than what I feel, I confess
I have never shed a tear, but I was quite near

If truth be told, and it is a fact of old
Men are much more, than unfeeling bores
we love, we kiss, we hurt when you are amiss
its a facade we play, the mask we wear everyday
we try to seem strong, its been so for so long
which sometimes is viewed, as being dull, or rude
So we were taught, what a man ought to do, and what not
we don't wish to hurt, when we seem distant, or curt
the mask won't come off, its soldered on tough
but if you wont give up without a fuss, and there's no one but us
I might let it drop, and open the lock
so my heart may spring free, in tandem with thee
and joy becomes me, after an eternity
So bear with me my dear, I am but chained to my fear
though there will be such times, when I join life's rhyme
and together we shall dance, our hearts in a trance

Hello my friend, my only friend
the night's said bye, and reached its end
the sun says hi! and slips over the bend
the day is nigh, its time to mend

No matter the times that life throws at us
no matter the cracks that grow within
we must wake up and not make a fuss
we must find calm in the noisy din

Away and afar do we have to go
the trail is rough, the fatigue in our toes
but stand up and shake it off, dear one
there is still so much to be done

If you feel tired, I will lend you my strength
If you have lost desire, I will find it again
If you feel mired, I will show you the way
If you wish to rest, I will hold you, and gently sway

Don't give up now, give up on the regret
Take a deep breath, and get off that bed
the bed of roses, you have made for yourself
soon they will be thorns, and you will be dead

Make use of the time, that life gives free
that slips slyly by, as you sit and dream
It's now or never, my only friend
One day at a time, and you can rest at the end

Body clad in golden armor,
Auburn hair in tumbling waves,
Silver boots in perfect position,
Bow and arrow poised and ready.

Brave and strong,
Filled with courage,
Full determination,
Pure perseverance.

She is a warrior princess,
Filled with fire,
Blessed with beauty and
desire.

My thoughts are weary travelers
Waiting for the safe haven
Of the blank pages
Where ink rejuvenates them to life
As memoirs for other travelers