SWEET PARADISE
Baby kiss me hold me tight
Don't let go of me tonight
You're all I want You're all I need
Sweet Paradise now hold me tight
Tomorrow I must leave again
and I must not look back for then
to see the tear drops in your eyes
it rips and pains me deep within
Days go by and life drags on
Babe I've been away too long
but all the while that I'm away
you never let your love astray
What I would give to be with you
day to day til days are few
I dream of the day that I'll feel you
embracing me the way you do
I'm coming home to you tonight
baby kiss me hold me tight
I have you in my arms, see your smiling face
make love to me until daylight
For then you know what I must do
again I must say bye to you
but one time I'll walk through the door
never having to part once more
I'll hold you in my arms so tight
and everything will be all right
one night of love need not suffice
forever I'll be in paradise
Written for Paula while the ship was going in and out in preparations
for the cruise.
We've been out to sea for four days now,
though it seems much longer.
The first day was the hardest as it always is.
I could feel the sadness and grief all around me
like a dense cold fog. We had to leave our families
for six months, maybe more, to take care of and
provide for themselves while we are out fighting a
war, "A real war!" One man gets greedy and sends
armies to take land from others, now we have to go
and fight this mans armies to get this land back
for its rightful owners. Everyone is just as concerned
for his own survival as he is anticipating being held
in the arms of a loved one so that his tears can finally
be released once it is all over. Tears of frustration,
loneliness, sorrow and fear have been locked away and
will continue to attempt escape.
Feelings as real as the war itself now plague our minds.
There is little doubt that we will all return, victorious
and very much alive and relieved. Still we must think
about the worst possible scenarios and conclude that defeat
is possible. To fight in a real war is something that very
few men on this great war ship have done.
Most of us are very new even to the threat of war, but we
have been trained well and feel strong and able. We will
continue to train and prepare for the next month before we
arrive on station in the Persian Gulf. There are high hopes
that this evil man will pull out his troops and make peace
before we arrive, unfortunately this doesn't seem very likely.
For now we will just hope for the best and see what happens.
pray for us and keep faith that we will return.
12 Dec. 90
My heart sings out for you,
though it's a lonely song.
My arms long to hold you, why must I wait so long?
I try hard not to be anxious. as per Jesus' holy word.
Each night I pray for patience and I know my prayers are heard.
Through my prayers and through God, I'll keep my sanity.
Until the day has finally come, to hold you tenderly.
29 Jan 91
She's prim and proper. He's
hard-core and wild.
She's always a lady. He's often
a child.
She loves him so tender with
love so, so true.
He sometimes neglects to show he
loves her too.
the days go by, turning to
weeks, months and years.
Many the smiles of happiness
yet, many the tears.
Ten years of matrimony, two
beautiful babies.
A lifetime of troubles, a
lifetime of maybes.
He wants the best of everything.
She doesn't seem to care.
She'd give up all possessions to
have him stroke her hair.
They go through life changing.
She's more open, less shy.
He has mellowed considerably,
knowing she's the reason why.
Growing stronger each minute,
together or apart.
Love threatening to overfill and
explode their hearts.
The attraction of opposites,
different as night and day.
Seen by
both as a blessing, celebrated in May.
Their love is so strange, true
love so strange and yet,
much stronger than the love
shared by Romeo and Juliet.
This heaven sent blessing that
brought them together,
is remembered each day as each
thanks God for the other.
Date unknown
EYES AS LARGE AS A HARVEST MOON
AS BLUE AS THE VELVET SKY
SMILES AS SWEET AS HONEY
AS INNOCENT AS A SPRINGTIME FAWN
HAIR THAT FLOWS LIKE A PURE
MOUNTAIN STREAM
CASCADING OVER SILKY SMOOTH
SHOULDERS
BEAUTY SO PURE AND FINE
THE WORLDS RAREST JEWELS PALE IN
COMPARISON
12 Feb 91
MY DEAR GODDESS,
The war is going well. we are starting to tire a little, but we are
holding up well nonetheless. I'm not quite sure how much longer it will
last as only time will tell.
The war is not the reason for me writing to you on this day though.
There is something much more important than war tearing at my soul.
I hear from a friend that you've been crying. It saddens me to know
this. However, it also leaves me with a feeling of great relief. I am
relieved knowing that you are not as strong as you seem in your letters
and that I am still a part of your life, as you are writing about all
that is well. You hardly ever complain. this is just one of the many
wonderful things I love about you. But I know you must be grieving
still, since my departure long ago when I set out to sea. I know you
must fear the dreadful fact that I may not return on schedule due to
this terrible, ugly war. Please try not to let this fact bother you, as
it will only make our time apart seem so much longer. As much as I love
you, I want you to be the happiest woman on earth. Sometimes it is very
hard to keep you happy not knowing at all times what you desire and what
causes you pain or grief. You must let me know your feelings so that I
can conform to do whatever is necessary to fill your world, just as you
have filled mine, with sweet roses. It gives me such a good feeling when
you write and tell me that all is well and good. However, I know you
well enough to know that you are leaving out the bad so that you will
not worry me. You are as strong as I, as I am as weak as you. As long as
we are to be equal, we must be willing to tell each other everything. We
can't hold anything back. So tell me my sweet lovely goddess, tell me
what you desire and what gives you grief. I am 11,000 miles away but,
you can still cry on my shoulder.
WITH ALL MY LOVE
Written for Paula after receiving a letter from a neighbor telling me
that she was distressed but, holding up regardless.