Widowers Valentine

When you are someone’s Muse, you cannot know in advance how what you do, say, or are, will affect them in their response to you. For me at least I see so many muses here at the Hubs that I often end up with a product that can not really be attributed to one, but comes to me from all or so many I cannot identify them. Not so with this poem, I want to thank BlondePoet shazwellyn , and muslima61 for their inspiration. It came to me on the thread Tomorrow Never Comes opened by muslima61 but as is normal it took a turn from the original supposition and thus this hub was born.

I have been blessed to live a life that is well expressed in so much music. The greatest joy I think is much of the songs that could describe it were written well after I began to live it that way and served more as a confirmation than advice for me, but I would not be true to my soul if I did not pass some of them along to you given the spirit of this hub so they will follow the poem. I am I think one of the blessed few that can reach an age over 50 and can honestly say – NO REGRETS.

Now I also have to give some credit for my greatest muse Zena; for she is of course the subject. I hope it conveys the deep but yet light side of our love. You can read more about her at Men-A-Widowers-Lessons-from-a-Warror-Princess and Tribute-to-a-Warrior-Princess . some might think after all this time I am not ‘over her’ or ready to move on, yet what they do not understand is the great truth she left me and that is, that you are free if you love loving. So it is with me, I have tried to turn off those flames of passion, and make my heart cold and hard. I did not like it much. Since as they say, that an old First Sergeant has to have Brass Balls and a Steel Heart, what they don’t tell you is how fast they expand when they are warmed with love.

So cry not for me here or for Zena we will be happy when again united, it is in fact a day I can look forward too, but I know it is not a day for me to choose. (That’s way above my pay grade.) But until then I have to share life love and laughter with all my muses and friends.. I hope you enjoy it…

What did love teach the two of us

During time we shared together?

Did we both the two of us

Live each day for one another?

I think as still my heart has grown

Since the day you left

For sweet embrace of Christ and God

Took you from this world and me.

That 8^th day of April

when a St Christopher you bought

a memory of your father a year before you lost..

And three dances danced in Norwich Town

A soldiers wife to be…

Was born as sure in my arms that night

A love twas meant to be

And when we later, stayed our first night

At New World Inn Together

The Soldiers Demons disappeared

Love filled his dreams from that first night

And each one we were together.

Twenty four years five months and six days

We knew each others love.

For eight and six and two of those

duty called me from her arms.

And yet beneath a painted sky

Somewhere out there I felt and knew

in every fiber of my being

True love was there beneath the sky waiting home for me.

Flames of passion stoked the hearth of

My daily love of thee.

The inside joke,

The paid old pro

Was long tween you and me.

A nickel on the dresser at days end of toil and work

Meant a Huny Do list I did face that night

Upon our lovers bed...

And joy I took unto the task!

And with each one you pointed out

I’d relish, smile , and craft

Till perfect was our union, long into the night

Living as a ‘Paid Professional’

the title you gave to me!

Did we each look at the day as if tomorrow may not come?

Did we dance true a Dance of love?

Oh yes we could have missed the pain

But you and I dear sweet,

know we couldn’t have missed our Dance…

whatever the outcome be.

And now you ask O Would I dance it all again?

Or would outside the fire I stare and lonely look within?

For her or I to do so I think,

We could not have been true to each other

For each one of us a sin to live less than the day demanded

For Ride to the Sound of The Guns! We knew

Was written for each other.

Then in ‘05’s October ten days afore you’d be Forty-six

You took your long sweet final breath

And home you went to God.

To stone I tried to turn my heart,

But so much love had we shared

I found that I could not.

What did love teach the two of us

During time we shared together?

Did we both the two of us

Live each day for one another?

I think the proof is here

as still my heart has grown

Now with muses I do share

Our fun our joy our sweet passion true

Now I give so freely what I only had for you.

For what was taught by you sweet one

Is true unto my heart

Love to love and do it well

Hold back you dare must not!

And So in heaven rest ye well my love

For soon one day I’ll smile

And say to both

God and his Son

I’m here at last to see again

My Huny Sweet and Fair

I know a Paid Professional is needed at her stair….