Not a Sonnet III:  All My Best. . .

My Sweet’, I do desire to write the best

In poesy to you, my love, my Self.

Sometime’ it seems we are one soul in truth as read my mind you       do, In test

Of kinship firm and strong, a marriage so made that two seem One, with naught out left.

I love ye deep’ and true with love that stands the time of test,

And all else fate doth fling toward Self.

We two are One in law of God, the test

To be one depth of love in song in clef.

I am a poet—not song be clear to me.

Will you with voice so strong sing song you see?

undated, c2000


Not a Sonnet II: Love’s Consideration

‘Tis best to give the other “slack,” I hear;

‘Tis best not give the other tension tight.So easy be it to complain a bit when life seems hard to me, you, Dear.

Yet choose I not to scorn or cry at all for blessings great demand no bite.

We are among the few I know who love most strong without respite nor slack.

O’r love—‘tis right!

I wish to have you know, my Paul, my Dear,

That love I on and on and on—out’ sight.

We do forgive in daily life, you see—

You, too, give “slack” in ire oft’ time to me.


Not a Sonnet: Love’s “Proof”


We two—you (Paul) and I—do have the best

Because we give to each the best of self.

My dad did say, “You two are good for one another”—you know the rest.

If I could place o’r love in rhyme and song I would, for sweet the note in clef.

We grew to love in time, a simple love but true—t’is best to love with calm

And peace—how deft!

O’r passion deep doth run n’r wane, for lest

We seek to prove o’r love, we aren’t bereft.

The proof is daily liv’d, I say to you;

N’er seek to prove what needs no proof, n’er rue.



#79 (“O’r day together will be grand. . .”)


O’r day together will be grand, my Sweet’.

A celebration of o’r time in bliss.

Before the preacher, day so hot, we meet

But soon o’r vows were said, and we did kiss.

Ye do oft ask, if marry me again

Ye must so do in garden so, so hot.

To this I say, alway’, just “Nay,” with grin—

A milder day to wed will be o’r lot

In future life when find each one again.

I love thee fast indeed, my Sweet’, my dear.

I want o’r God to be so certain, send

Ye straight to me, in future.  Take not the rear.

I want to spend another life with ye.

I want o’r bliss today again, ye see.



#78 (“Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’. . .”)


                        Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’, my Love.

                        ’Tis blessing greatest of my life for sure.

                        I do return ye love alway’, my Dove.

                        O’r love doth best be known alway’ a cure. . .

                        A cure for all that ails us e’er indeed.

                        A cure that joy doth give with happiness

                        Assured.  I need thee greatly—I, weak reed.

                        I love your traits in time I’ve seen so oft’.

                        Ye traits of kindness, mind so keen, so smart.

                        Ye are a paragon, so hat I doff.

                        Ye are so solid, like a massive rock.

                                    Thanks be the day we wed, my Sweet’, my Dear.

                                    O’r bond, o’er years, is firm indeed, is sear.’





#77 (“My Paul, my Dear, I love thee well indeed. . .”)

My Paul, my Dear, I love thee well indeed.

Ye know this well indeed also, my Sweet’.

Let’s make o’r life a-blossom, things to lead

Us into happiness so full and deep.

I n’er do tire of telling you my love.

I find great joy in telling of my love.

Ye be a pleasure alway’, sure, my Dove.

I find o’r time so like to Heaven above.

Let’s keep o’r love so fresh and sweet, and kind,

That we alway’ have blessing in its wake.

I say to ye in verse, this verse, of rhyme.

For permanence in life with ye, love’s sake.

          I love thee good and full and pure.

         For love like this, my Sweet’, there be no cure!



#76 (“My Sweet, I do so long for happy days. . .”

My Sweet, I do so long for happy days

For us. Peace be to us this Christmastide!

I love you long and true; I hold your gaze

To say, “I love you true. With you, abide.”

I wish a better wife I were for you.

I take misstep and feel the guilt alway’.

I long so for nothing regret nor rue.

Say “I do love you!” This all to say.

My world is right when good between us be.

For nothing more do wish I this, this day.

My joy complete, peace abound. I need, you see.

When all is good the sun does shed its ray.

          Peace I do wish for us in time ahead.

          My chief this wish for you and me: this said.



#75 (“To thee, I do make offer strong of love. . .”)

                        To thee, I do make offer strong of love.

                        We do belong to each the other–yes!

                        O’r home is yet a hav’en peace, a cove.

                        To ye I do give what I can to bless!

                        Be with me strong today, the day of bliss.

                        We are the two, yet one, indeed, my Sweet’.

                        I give thee hugs and kisses, bless’ed kiss!

                        I am so glad for day long past we meet.

                        We meet anew each morn when we awake.

                        It is a happy time for me indeed!

                        I love to think of day ahead, a date.

                        For ev’ry day is date with you to lead.

                                    Be kind to me today, I ask in peace.

                                    May n’er o’r love begin to end or cease!


#74 (“May this the day of birthday true be joy. . .”)

                         May this the day of birthday true be joy

                        To you in ways that warm your mind and heart.

                        I say straight out in motive true, not coy.

                        With Cupid’s bow I send a straight, true dart.

                        I love thee mightily, my Sweet’, my mate.

                        We have a marriage made in heav’n indeed.

                        ‘Tis years ago we met and had first date.

                        In all years since ye have so made good lead.

                        I love o’r days together now in peace.

                        We have the time relax in happiness.

                        I long to hug and kiss ye without cease.

                        Come give me now a long and soulful kiss!

                                    I love thee pure and sweet, with heart so full.

                                    Your love doth make my day, enthrall, yea, rule!


#73 (“I love ye so. . .”)

                        I love ye so, my darling husband dear.

                        ‘Tis good to have a chance to tell ye so.

                        O’r celebration at our dinner, mere

                        Moment of joy leaves me to grasp for more.

                        I wish thee happy valentine this day.

                        I follow this with hug and kiss so sweet.

                        Ye are my blessing first in life, a ray

                        Of sunshine ere we come together, meet.

                        I thank my God above for sending ye

                        To me.  Impossible to thank enough.

                        Ye are my balm in life alway’, the key

                        To Love.  I am your diamond in rough.

                                    Thanks I do say to ye for loving me.

                                    ‘Tis best in life so far I ere did see.