Melt My Heart of Stone


When my daughter was only three,

She was as independent as can be,

On the playground she could hear me calling,

“Wait for me!  I don’t want you falling.”

But she would race toward the slide,

Even at that tender age she had pride,

“Me do it!” she would stubbornly insist,

She refused my help and would resist,

Hardheaded and independent, (just like her father).

So why should I try to help?  Why even bother?

As the years passed by, I didn’t get any wiser,

I didn’t save love and I didn’t become a miser,

I didn’t seek truth from wise men near and far,

I relied on myself to follow a distant star,

“Me do it!” I shouted to the heavens above,

“Why do I need help to learn the ways of love?”

Fair maidens passed often in the depths of night,

But their hearts were broken, sad was their plight,

I was too independent so I remained alone,

Hard-headed but sad, my heart turned to stone,

Who could open her heart and give me a chance?

Who could love enough to spark new romance?

I learned to accept help from any source I can,

I became less difficult; I became a calmer man,

With years of experience I became smarter too,

I decided not to rely on me; I wanted to depend on you,

Working and playing together as a team,

We could turn my world into a better dream,

Man was not meant to be alone,

“Help me please; melt my heart of stone!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Answer to Lonely Nights


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She’s a wild
one when she’s mad,

A tiger with
slashing claws,

But very
reasonable and calm,

Once she has
time to pause,

 

A storm in
the mountains,

But a gentle breeze from the sea,

Her friends
fill her days,

Yet she
yearns to be free,

 

She believes
in fairy tales,

And all her
wishes coming true,

But she’ll
give her heart to a pauper,

As long as
he loves her too,

 

In her dreams she flits about,

Much like a
butterfly,

Sampling each
flower in a random way,

It’s always
worth a try,

 

When her
prince arrives,

She’ll
welcome him right in,

Her heart is
full and ready to share,

She’ll
disarm him with her grin,

 

He’ll be the
center of her universe,

As he strums
across her heart,

She’s ready
to join his life’s song,

And she’s eager
to do her part,

 

He’ll enter
her web carefully,

Knowing she
is a connoisseur,

He knows
exactly what he wants,

So he
accepts her honeyed lure,

 

Her words
are pure and clear,

Information
that yearns to be heard,

And he will
be there, face to face,

Listening to
every word,

 

When they’re
behind closed doors,

She’ll be
shy, bold, a little bit of a tease,

And he’ll
try the best he can,

A thousand
ways to please,

 

Her prince
has visited countless times,

And held her
in his dreams,

He’s watched
over her as she slept,

And planned
out his schemes,

 

Caressed her
cheek, each strand of hair,

Whispered sweet
nothings in her ear,

Words that
meant much to him,

Words she
could barely hear,

 

Words that were meaningful

Right from the start,

“You mean
the world to me,

I will give
you my heart,

And treat
you tenderly.”

 

You Are


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You are a
social butterfly,

With lots of
friends to fill your days,

As you flit
from flower to flower,

You could be
good for me,

Making my
heart glad,

Putting a
smile on my face,

You are a hopeful
romantic,

Waiting for
love to come your way,

Ready to be
kissed,

Afraid you’ll
be missed,

Your heart
is ripe for love,

You are a
modern Cinderella,

Looking for
magic to touch your life,

Searching for
a charming prince,

Looking for
a happy beginning,

Waiting for
that midnight clock,

To reveal
the truth,

You are a
private dancer,

Wanting to
please one man,

Playing the
role of seductress,

Drawing him
into your web,

Closing in quickly,

To secure
him with your sweetness,

You are a
connoisseur,

Sampling and
tasting,

Those that
come within reach,

But not
committing to one,

While you
wait for the special man,

Who will
stir your emotions,

You are a
modern woman,

Independent
and willing,

Ready to call
your own shots,

You could be
good for me,

What could I
do for you?

I could hold
you tight,

Each and
every night,

Help count
the stars above,

I could hold
your hand,

Be an answer
to your lonely nights,

Fill your
waiting arms,

Discover
your many charms,

And be there
for you,

You are so
many things to me,

And I like
you just the way,

You are.

 

A Man’s Home Is His Castle


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A Man’s Home Is His Castle

From the ramparts I stood searching,

A majestic wonderland just outside,

The brightness of the snow blinding,

Diamonds sparkling on every side,

A wealth of beauty on display,

Three deer have crossed my Sherwood,

Cardinals perched on empty tray,

Not far from where I motionless stood,

Upset that seed was gone, boldly had their say,

A man’s home is his castle it is true,

But without a queen to stoke love’s fire,

His heart becomes frozen through and through,

Now the wilderness and all I command,

Stand stark against the evening sky,

Soon darkness will sweep across the land,

And all I can do is wait and sigh,

She was strong willed and independent,

Not willing to quietly listen and obey,

Outspoken, she followed her own bent,

Disruptive in each and every way,

And yet, It was as if the world shook,

When she was there to play her part,

With each delicate step she took,

It was clear she loved with all her heart,

But to let her be so independent was absurd,

She was not what I expected her to be,

I sent her away with terrible kingly words,

But now I see, she was meant for me,

I’ve waited through the coldness of night,

I’ve climbed to the top of this tower of ice,

Where I can catch the first sight,

Trusting she learned of my new decree,

Hoping she’ll forgive, and it will suffice,

A king on my knees, willing to plea,

Hoping she’ll forgive and return to me.

One Lonely Rose


One Lonely Rose

One lonely rose greeted me,

I didn’t know why she left our home,

Beneath my window this morn,

It was not logical to be in the world alone,

She tugged her petals closer,

She always forgot to bring her coat and mitts,

While shivering in the storm,

If she needed warmth she wouldn’t admit it,

Her head drooped slightly,

I could tell she was tired and ill,

As she leaned into the rain,

I knew she struggled paying bills,

Against the winds, the mighty winds,

But she had to prove she had the will,

She was determined to remain,

She made it clear I was unneeded still,

Expecting the worst when all had ceased,

Surely after months my love she would lack,

I hesitated before I glanced outside,

Her world must be out of whack!

The delicate rose remained there still,

She did not want me to bring her back,

Bursting with fragrant pride,

Her pride will be her downfall,

I admired her courage as she stood alone,

She had heard freedom’s call,

Smiling as she stood sentinel tall,

She had no intention of giving in, none at all,

Knowing the other roses were gone,

Even to lose love she chose not to bend,

She waited bravely to face the first snowfall.

She would be independent until the end.

(Sometimes in poetry the story is between the lines.)

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