A Perfect Day


They say there’s no such thing as perfection, especially when it comes to love and romance. But I disagree. And if it be not permanent and forever, at least for the time it exists it remains forever in our hearts and minds.



The sun was shining–for the rain stopped and stole away.
But the wind kept blowing and left wind-swept trees unfurled!
They saw our presence…and demanded our souls to stay
And pay attention…while the day perfected the world!

Therefore, we spent it with the sea that greeted the shore.
Then listened to the sun and surf…and to lilting birds!
And we felt like forever…would last forever more.
With the smile inside our hearts that spoke a thousand words!

For might evening arrive and hurry us from our joy?
Or would we know to stay and not let time steal away?
No matter!–although there is much that life can destroy,
It won’t be the perfect love we felt this perfect day.


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Bogart-Bacall-PhotographIf you ever loved someone and knew there was no one else for you, and there never possibly could be and never will be, then you might think that such a love was your destiny to find and live and hold.  A match made in heaven is another name for it.  Certainly it is two people created for each other and inseparable and destined to be together.  Forever.


You finish my sentences, I complete your smile.
Your bring forth a candle, and I furnish the flame.
We watch the world together, and for a short while,
Our lives are joined forever and share the same name.
You read me a poem I had written for you.
The words ring out like you had written it for me.
Then we stroll the evening shore as lovers will do.
And our lips find each other…as sand does the sea!
Then the joy of the morning arrives with the dawn,
As once more your loveliness takes my breath away.
And though we pray such mornings will continue on,
There is no tomorrow–there is only today!
Like the synergy of nature that beats with one heart,
Like the sun that brings nourishment to the soul-starved land,
No matter the moments, how few they be, or apart,
Ah, no matter where we go our souls walk hand in hand!
For the world is endless, the mathematics are great!
The sand is infinite…as are droplets in the sea!
Yet despite the frailty of chance, and odds against fate,
Ah, this life we found together was our destiny!
For it was written in the stars and forged by the sun
That two distant but exact hearts would conjoin as one!
So let the cynics eschew–for they haven’t a clue,
There is love in this cosmos that is destined and true!
For if it be not holy how the sand finds the sea,
If our lives have no cosmic meaning or destiny,
Then how in the world did I find you and you find me?


LOVE WRITTEN IN THE SANDAnother nice thing about love and life is though you can’t always be with the one you love or may have even lost that someone in this physical world for the rest of your life, you can at least keep that person inside you forever for as long as you live.  And keep that person with you…everywhere you go.

Patrick The Poet



I’ll take you with me everywhere I go.
Through highway and byway, through rain and snow;
The scent of your hair, the smile on your face,
Though my arms are bare, I’ll feel your embrace!
For all that you are, is all that I know:
I’ll take you with me everywhere I go.

For you enwhelmed my heart when we first met,
You were love at first sight–I won’t forget!
I stroked your soul beneath my fingertips,
Then found my own answered by your soft lips!
And while our bodies conjoined together,
We swore our kindred lives to forever!

Then down through the years we traveled and went,
The time seemed rife for the time that we spent.
But this much I knew and would always know:
I’ll take you with me everywhere I go.
(Even though death was soon to stake its claim,
We knew what we knew–and love was its name!)

For what if time now moves so very slow
And the love we shared was so long ago?
So what if memories are all I sow
And the past lies shrouded in rain and snow?
As long as I live and the heavens glow,
Of this you can be sure and always know!…
I’ll take you with me everywhere I go.



DEATHLESS LOVEWhen you lose something as precious as love, and lose it forever in this life to something called death, it doesn’t have to destroy you nor ruin the rest of your days on this earth.  You can keep it and the memory of it inside your heart…like a treasure that even death can’t reach.   And you will find you can go on.

Patrick The Poet



There at the bottom of the sea, inside my heart,
Lies a sunken treasure that cannot be exhumed.
For in two beds we sleep–together and apart:
Death inside a grave, and my life that is a tomb.

For the sea is a mighty force, I’ve heard it said.
To shred the human heart…like leaves from trees left bare.
Still, although the sea may never give up its dead,
The human heart can survive who gives up despair!

For the precious treasure can live bereft of strife
And can restore the life of every tomb-filled breath!
If your earnest soul can remain loyal throughout life,
Then will it be love lives on even after death.



  This poem is for those whose hearts remain young, who cherish romance and moonlight, and who believe that love is and should always be forever!

Patrick The Poet



You have been looking for someone all your life,
Through the haze of days, beneath the clouds at night.
Someone to save you from loneliness and strife,
Ah, someone to love you back with all love’s might!

In solitude where flowers grow bright and rife,
Or along some lonely, disregarded beach,
You have been looking for someone all your life,
Yet somehow love has remained just out of reach.

For it is such a strange and arduous game.
You can waste your whole life on one endeavor;
And suddenly find love–then forget its name!
As despair learns to abandon forever.

But then you know you must give it one last try
And return to the sea to escape the shore!
Just to answer this question before your die:
“Ah, isn’t love worth a lifetime searching for?”

Then at that moment when despair seems enow
And you feel bereft of hope and prayerful charms,
A storm hits! And you are tossed stern to bow!
And suddenly…someone falls into your arms.

Then you know love is a wild and windy flame,
As vicarious as ill and fair weather!
Waiting to reveal itself and call your name,
And show you the true meaning of forever.



ETERNAL SOULMATESThis is how it should be for soulmates who are in life inseparable.  In death, in every way, they should be and are the same.  Inseparable and eternally together.

Patrick The Poet



Oh, how did you end up here buried in the ground?
The remnants of things called atoms and molecules?
The night is so dark, and devoid of sight and sound,
Where has life gone from the lives we now live as fools?

The grass is so smooth and manicured, yet so bereft
Of what endures above where death would now recline.
Yet if your soul be here after your life has left,
I would reach down and pull it up to be with mine.

Or if I could, I would but ask and beg of time
To endure unalone what endures forever.
Then I would take to the grave this enduring rhyme:
“Here now rest in peace…two loving souls together.”