Love’s Acceptance:
Opening Heart
This old heart to dreadful spill
carrying injuries to this day still
where learned that the one most loved
and cast heart out, this early love
told him clear she’d never loved
Her troubling words to cut deep
bleeding heart, he could not weep
yet for all this hurt, he stayed
maybe he was deeply afraid
that he would never make the grade
For another’s heart
From months of conversations scored
he began to see there something more
than maybe – he could not be sure
this one’s heart was true and pure
beginning, him then wanting more
Slowly opening locked heart door
Seeing the Image
Different from the images sent before
his visage seemed to be seeking more
Quietly and desperately unsure
in this moment he could explore
The idea, the notion, of love and more
seems more willing than ever before
And I to note this subtle change
Curtains lifting from close range
To allow possibility once again
yet he seems ever quite restrained
But reaching slowly once again
tentative, surely, now interested again
His curiosity there to show
I to wonder where this could go
Happy I am his image seeing
chance for a greater future being
Hard to Believe
Looking into the mirror at the man I see
it is hard, oh-so-hard, to believe
Here I am, an older man
gone through life the best I can
And I ask honest of me
within a question, answered needs to be
What is here that could engage
attention of a woman half my age?
Could not answer, began to rage
nothing to see, not on this page
Just an old man with smiling eyes
doing best, trying to get by
Oh yes, it is grand to have a listener
but not the best subject for her as young glistener
In her, much of worthy interest’s spend
wish I were young, we know what end
But now, as age creeps in
I see little good, less of win
And though I speak to her kindly
I still have no idea what she to find in me
These the thoughts that I’ve applied
as hiding from affections I fear to abide
As she pursues, and I retreat
realizing soon will come my defeat
And her to take the winner stand
become part of my life, take my hand
Wavering
One moment, one day, this way or that
I am to wonder just where I’m at
Where it comes to love
One day my heart dares to sing with possibility
the next fearful, with nothing resembling certainty
As to the truth, the likelihood my love for her real
One day it is clear just how I feel
the next I cannot believe this real
As past lost loves crop-up to dissuade
And I only to imagine how her heart aligns
with her mind and goal, and keep trying
Her heart aching to find with me more
To persuade me, and my demons
that she is real, and has her reasons
Her effort strong, persistence long
Her desire to share her willing care
within her life, she need to share
Her, hopeful ever to succeed
With Courage
I see the interest in his eyes
all those things his words imply
but do not say, “I wonder why?
Try I must or pass on by
To seek another who may not be
the one I want, the one for me.”
and so, with courage, I will try
to reach his heart, or stand by, cry
The way he speaks, the way he looks
his penchant for words and writing books
the way his words calm my soul
these each make him my future goal
And there’s a place, if all goes well
for us to be one, foul or well
as with courage I reach out, ring a bell
his joyful emotions to bring to swell
A response to mine, which have come out
our talking a while has brought about
within my heart and mind
a future for us I hope to find
She Prays
And with her ideal man far away
she thinks it wise to kneel and pray
to God, that he would come, and stay
And for the first time in life
bring a happy day, his new wife
While he to wonder if it’s true
that she to love him, his past through
for all she had her history too
That had turned away many who
judging, harsh opinions through
Not accepting changes that were true
life experiences to make them blue
turn her away cold, harsh, came true
And here, with this new man
a change, a friend’s heart, forgiving can
And here a place for her heart to land
within him acceptance, no judgments, canned
to block opportunity come to hand
And still she prays, through early days
hoping, hopeful, as more she prays
Tomorrow has her hand in his
with them joined, a life to live
with joy and laughter there to give
Returning, Returning
Disbelieving, yet intrigued
neither heart nor mind assured
that what was said was true
Curious anyways, came back
day to day returning
for good company yearning
Yet ever the question stands
“What interest has she in an older man,
double her age, double her span?”
And with calm words in conversation
to ease a friend’s mind with intention
assurances are given, a mitigation
Of the troubles she had seen
earlier times that were harsh or mean
her words not bringing hurt or blame
His words to her, her words to him
each bringing calm where none had been
as slowly, returning, and returning again
Each to feel an internal win
as success, unexpected that came on a whim
together more often, her and him
Sharing Moments
Her to listen as he speaks
into the change coming to life within
Him to find encouragement and joy
in the words she sends, amazed he is
And in those moments of shared converse
each life to move toward different course
Them walking idea’s road together more
and together their hearts begin to soar
Above the traces of the past
which in their hurt seem to ever-last
To harm those things which happened
then quickly pass, damaged
And within each, new light shows
on the emotion between them as it grows
Precious become the moments each
With their sharing, fair their reach
Decisions, Decisions
There he is, an older man
becoming close through talking’s end
in my mind I want him when
I need someone to hold my hand
My heart may have chosen
my mind not yet so
but either way, I hate him, NO!
Not at all, it is not so
His kind words in conversations
clearly show his life intentions
and I, seeing possibility in life
begin to think of self as wife
To such a man as he
Decisions, decisions that must be made
plans for goals must be laid
if love and comfort in life to upgrade
and have a future freshly made
Happy when
Happy at the thought
of chatting with her, he was
Happy when
her words showed upon his screen
Sad he was
that she was so very far away
Traveling time
that would take many-a-day
But happy still
it seemed a thrill, pleasing her words in say
Happier still
it seems a thrill when on screen words to spill
Expressing her happiness
to have him waiting on her words
And then,
happy when… happiest when promises made
And future set
with greater joy to come, is laid
An Expression
His frown has lifted, a changed expression
a smile now where none had been
and for her this was a major win
to bring his smile to life again
To have his words express some joy
words exchanged as if young boy
to tell of his liking for her
longed to hear, she has spoken with nerve
And finally the vale over his heart to lift
her words are through, to him a gift
as his words from across the sea
tells her he’s pleased, as if a rushing breeze
Him to give an expression
“Was it always your intention
to capture my heart, set a direction
toward love”*
Again Alive
A stir where none has been
a something new inside his skin
a change from old, how things have been
a heart that beats with life again
Where quiet and lonely were long the same
the very nature of love life game
not a stir had long since been
strange to feel curiosity again
All because her open eyes
chose a man withered but wise
enough to compliment a jewel
and her to send his heart to school
A reminder of what should have been
someone to hold, true a friend
with love to share and time to spend
in caring