To love like the golden sun,
Showering care on the weakened moon,
Two to one, everyone comes alive,
Together we breathe, every tear, every run,
To love for love, that's the way to love.

To love like the rain,
Kissing every face and name, no matter the case,
Everything knowing its cause, stainless, pure,
Beauty blossoms in hearts, not visions, nor gain,
To love for love, that's the miracle of love.

I'll pen a simple sonnet on this day
with rhyme and words that manifest my love.
Bestow to you a poetry bouquet
of vows and promises I know whereof.

Would you prefer I boldly speak of lust?
For not to tell would surely be remiss.
I'll gladly whisper softly, if I must,
while longing for a warm, lingering kiss.

Yet, know my truthful desire, My Dear, please,
to share this sonnet I blindly compose
with your sweet scent that swoons me to my knees.
In this bouquet, you are My Thornless Rose.

My proudest moment began at age one
I walked across the floor in fun

As I got older I held my first report card with glee
I couldn’t wait for my Mom to see

I walked across the auditorium floor with my certificate in joy
And watched my family clap with for their favorite boy

I moved into the world with a brand new wife
To begin my own family life

A year later I was proud to be
The father of a clan of three

As the years passed by my family expanded even more
Creating grandchildren and benefits galore

February 13th, 2023 - old man winter gave a one...two punch

Overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round the clock whether coverage
would make laughingstock of forecasting
how Jack Frost feigned being out to lunch,
whereby inaccurate weather forecasters
outsmarted courtesy Mother Nature,
where snowfall accumulation tallied
one for the record books, a veritable blizzard
found meteorologists to scrunch