To You, My Wife

To you, my wife, my love I declare,
My joy and gain, a gift to me blessed,
A morning flower of beauty and flair!

O flesh of mine, this heart you repair,
Whenever sadness tramples my rest;
To you, my wife, my love I declare.

Your lips of honey with me you share,
I cherish nights your softness I quest,
A morning flower of beauty and flair!

Begin each day to true love aware,
Smiling with joy, my fondness to crest;
To you, my wife, my love I declare.

Do hold my hand, let's walk without care,
With you, I know, that I have been blest,
A morning flower of beauty and flair!

Unending life with you is my prayer,
Eternity sighs the words I've confessed;
To you, my wife, my love I declare,
A morning flower of beauty and flair!

© Angel L Villanueva

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What She Wants

If I could give one thing to her,
What would she want that thing to be?
A diamond sparkling on her hand;
Or roses strewn across the sea?

Would she prefer a string of pearls,
A golden necklace, earrings too?
Or maybe homes in southern France,
A charming cottage with a view.

Perhaps a gown of finest silk,
A voyage on the open sea;
Or bank accounts where money flows,
Expensive shoes, a spending spree?

These things to her I'd gladly give,
Without a pause, had I the means.
But I'm a simple, humble man,
Of little wealth and tattered jeans.

I did find out from my dear wife,
One day of fall under a tree,
That all she wants is my true love
And spend eternity with me.

© Angel L Villanueva

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If Only

If only I could dial back the years,
Return to when we met and married young.
I would erase the times of sorrowed tears,
Then move your lips to smile to words unsung.

If only you could hear those words in songs,
Then you would know my heart has ached for you.
Regretful for the hurt and foolish wrongs,
I caused you on those days that I now rue.

If only you could read my plaintive heart,
Then you would understand the pain I hold.
A pain that lingers still and won't depart,
Until the day my blood is running cold.

But now in silver years all I can do,
Is love you even more than when we wed,
And treasure all the moments I'm with you,
As I recite the words my pen has bled.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Should Words Fail Me

Should I be lying on our bed
As darkness waits for my last breath,
Upon your face I wish to shed
My one last glance, then laugh at death.

Should frailty cause my arms to die,
And I'm unable hugs to share,
Please know with every breath I sigh,
My love for you I will declare.

Should darkness veil my aging eyes,
And keep your lovely face from me,
I will replay the smile I prize,
Within my mind, where I can see.

Should words then fail to freely flow
From my old lips to say goodbye,
With my last breath you'll surely know
How deeply you are loved, and why.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Endless Bloom

She worries that her softest bloom is gone,
The beauty that was hers in younger years.
She reminisces days of early dawn,
When flawless skin awoke to gleeful cheers.

She frets her steps have lost their sultry dance,
Her slender figure time has cast away.
She dreads her crown to white will soon advance,
So feels it is in vain to hide her gray.

But I don't see the years her mirror shows,
Instead I view a bloom's maturing glow.
Her smile, her lively eyes and button nose,
Are still like early days of long ago.

She sees her youth has faded through the years,
But inner beauty blooms despite her fears.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Raindrops Call

So lonesome is this dreary day,
While watching rain from the café.
My hot drink gleams like blackest oil,
As sights of her my thoughts uncoil.
'Twas long ago, in budding years,
I filled my void with pleading tears.
I was naive, too young to know,
The pain of heart that love can sow.
Her amber skin, kissed by the sun,
Was like the softest fabric spun.
Her walk and smile would brighten days
When sadness hung like foggy haze.
Her eyes were pairs of burning coal
That lit aflame the heart she stole.
Her pouting lips my breath would take,
Which moved my heart with love to wake.
But like all tales of ages gone,
When love is young, like early dawn,
The brighter light can soon expose
Infatuation's gasping throes.
Yet here I sit as raindrops fall,
I hear one voice, for her they call;
Like tears I shed the day she left,
Like tears I shed the day she left.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Intangible

I rise this morn with thoughts of you,
A graceful girl that I once knew.
The shore calls out a warm invite,
To walk in search of time once bright.

The surf then plays melodic tunes,
As it caresses sandy dunes.
Soft sand gives way to stepping feet;
The rising sun with smiles I greet.

The gulls in playful circles fly,
With calls that lace the morning sky.
Reminders of the walks we shared,
When once our hearts where singly paired.

But now all that remains of you,
Are windy whispers I can't view.
Intangible, as you've become,
To gentle whispers I succumb.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Unforgotten

I sit alone as waves lap at my feet,
While distant calls of gulls the quiet break.
The sand gives way with waters in retreat,
The waves that fail to wash away my ache.

It has been long since she last said goodbye,
So many years ago when we were young.
And yet I can't let go, though I do try,
For images of her my heart has strung.

Those images caress my pleading mind;
I wonder why she left me then to die.
The answer that I seek I fail to find;
In endless whispers I keep asking, why?

The sleepy sun begins to close its eye,
And I my own then close to think of her.
My trembling lips attempt to bid her bye,
But only feebly manage words to slur.

I write her name upon the dampened sand,
And see her graceful beauty once again.
A wave begins to stretch and spread its hand,
Then carries her away, but not the pain.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Lovely Wife

To what should I compare my lovely wife?
To crimson roses blooming in the sun?
For these in reddest red are full of life;
But none, not even one, has her outdone.

Her smile is like the brightest of the stars;
Can moon and sun ablaze then shine as bright?
Ne’er ever have I seen of reddish Mars,
The blush of red on lips I kiss at night.

Her copper skin is soft, like silken thread,
And when she lithely walks my breath she holds.
Her bosom bears my head when tears I shed;
Her arm of tender love around me folds.

Compare her then to air is what I’ll do,
For every breath I take she grants to me.
When gentle words of love she follows through,
My fondness swells beyond the sky and sea.

© Angel L Villanueva

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My Belle

This night I wonder, with a sigh,
As she lies here right next to me,
What would have been, along with why,
My life today without the we.

Would I be happy, or be sad?
Would I feel empty, even lost?
Would I regret a life not had,
If our two paths had not then crossed?

I frown to think my life alone,
To never have her form to hold,
With thoughts at night of this unknown,
That dreamers dream from time untold.

And yet it’s silly that I dwell
On thoughts of sadness this late night;
For she has been my lovely belle,
Since we first met, so life is right.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Endless Dream

I walk the trail, in hopes of reaching you,
As winter sheds her tears of crystal ice.
I rise above snow drifts, the trail to view,
But find my steps alone do not suffice.

On knees I crawl across the banks of snow,
As yearnings for your touch keep urging on.
For strength you grant to me when I am low,
When many times near death my breath has drawn.

But I awaken, as all other nights,
An empty shell, for love has been denied.
Then dawn arrives anew as searing lights,
While frozen tears the trail proceeds to hide.

My endless dream denies a final climb,
But patiently I wait for love sublime.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Fleeting Love

When night a blanket places on the sun,
And slowly wakens stars and moon to shine,
My love begins to urge my heart to run,
With crimson lips she drenched in reddish wine.

But nightmares surge in frightful reveries;
They line my anxious soul with hurtful sights.
Those long ago I blocked from memories,
To end my painful thoughts and sleepless nights.

Sweet dreams of gentle care emerge from her,
To lead my wary steps through these dark halls.
The years of bitter pain then start to blur,
And I return back home until she calls.

I walk the halls of dreams each night I die,
In search of fleeting love to ask her, why?

© Angel L Villanueva

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Till Death Us Part

I remember years gone by,
Married young, yet hopeful eyes.
Days and nights of that July,
Thirty now, plus eight our ties.

Happy days and blissful nights,
Times of ache when we were pained.
Through it all we kept our sights
On our love, from hate abstained.

Here we are as time has passed,
Best of friends is what we are.
Looking back into our past,
Treasured moments our memoir.

Strongly etched upon my heart,
Words of love for you do burn,
Solidly till death us part,
Holding hands, to dust return.

© Angel L Villanueva

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One Last Candle

The angry storm approaches in the night,
Its curdling howl is heard for miles around.
The trees all flinch in fear of nature's smite,
Then cast their sobbing leaves upon the ground.

No soul dare venture out to face the storm,
For nature's wrath is not so lightly scorned.
The lights go out as winds in anger swarm;
The frightened city now lies unadorned.

Yet here I lie in rest with you, my love,
As candles lift the veil that darkness brings.
Securely sleeping like a peaceful dove,
Your arms around me are your regal wings.

I gaze at you when calm outside returns,
And kiss your face as one last candle burns.

© Angel L Villanueva

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The River Bend

I walked a winding trail one summer eve,
In steps delayed, to set my mind at ease.
But then a face encroached as careless tease,
Reviving thoughts of her that I may grieve.
The trail then ended at the river bend,
And I with glee enjoyed the water's flow.
It cleared debris to send it far below,
Reminding me that time all pain can end.

In silence I took pause to watch and learn,
As fragments washed away in muted calm.
I then began to see what hearts do yearn,
The soothing touch of new love's calming balm.
A smile adorned my saddened face in turn,
And I then softly sang to her a psalm.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Lasting Beauty

The early years have departed;
Brief is the course of life.
Yet time’s passing has not
Dimmed the love in my heart.
For though your outer bloom
Has gradually faded,
Your inner beauty remains.
Loving and affectionate,
Such grace ties my
Heart to your own,
And will hold me captive,
Until Death from me demands
My unpaid debt.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Blue Flame

My love for you is like a flame,
Atop a candle's gentle frame.
Its varied colors, hot and bright,
Emit their warmth not quite the same.

Like heat of red, sweet passion reigns,
And orange glows through many pains.
Then yellow shines like happy days,
When nothing breaks our bonded chains.

But yet the core of searing blue,
Is hotter still than three you view.
This blue the center dominates,
Like blazing love I have for you.

Red = Passion
Orange = Optimism
Yellow = Happiness
Blue = Loyalty And Trust

© Angel L Villanueva

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My Sunshine

The morning sun returns in heightened glee,
It spills its rays of light in soft embrace.
The birds outside all sing a joyous plea,
"Awaken, please, enjoy the day's full grace!"

Yet pools of empty light the bed belies,
Though rays of sun my face caress and kiss.
Perplexed my mind a quest for answers cries;
The sunshine heat my soul does surely miss.

But then with joy my heart was soon apprised
Of warmth that rose in steamy prancing streams.
A scent that called to me, I recognized;
It shared your warming touch as if in dreams.

Its morning heat the sun could not imbue,
Adoring warmth was flowing then from you.

© Angel L Villanueva

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This Leaf

Oh, this leaf!
This leaf to my chest I cleave!
For it holds within itself
The image of your lips so sweet.
How I crave your scented breath,
When your lips descend on me.

Oh, this leaf!
So luscious it looks to be!
As your lips its shape resembles,
In crimson hues its color bleeds.
How I love to feel the softness,
When your lips descend on me.

Oh, this leaf!
How can I ever release!
When apart I am from you,
It reminds me of what can be.
How can I contain this heart,
When your lips descend on me.

© Angel L Villanueva

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I Love You

Today my heart in pain cries out for you,
As somber thoughts play out what we once held.
Recalling days gone by when we were two,
A life of dreams where hearts with love had swelled.

Your sweetened kiss, bestowed upon my lips,
Had sent my joyous heart to heaven’s gate,
Where widened smiles the sun would then eclipse,
And we with words of love then pledged our fate.

I loved you more with every passing day,
A treasure I adored with joyful pride.
But then your heart was turned to ashen gray,
And pierced my own when you to it had lied.

But time has failed to douse my love for you,
A love that dreams each night in flames alight.
When dawn arrives it finds that beaded dew
Has gathered on sad eyes at morning light.

In songs they’ve flowed from lips of poor and kings,
Still I recite the words as if they’re new;
This soul in tears to you forever sings,
With all my heart, I love you! I love you!

© Angel L Villanueva

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To Mend A Heart

They cry from grief imbued in broken hearts,
Despising angry tears that flow at night.
Dark scenes in plays of lovers torn apart,
Recalling times of bounded hearts in flight.

Their souls once merged like heaven hugs the earth,
With lips that met to share a tender kiss.
Affection drove their love so filled with mirth,
It seemed eternal was their life of bliss.

They now in earnest seek to end their pain,
And beg for hope to grant their woe to die.
For then reborn their hearts will truly gain
The branch of love where tears can gently dry.

To mend a heart depart from thoughts of grief,
Replace despair to find true love's relief.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Her Vow

Along the banks of River Rhine,
She walks alone tonight.
Her eyes are fixed toward the sky,
To find a comet's flight.

She'll name it for the one she lost,
When death approached one night,
To carry on his noble name,
Where stars are born in light.

Cologne and Basel, Strasbourg too,
Observe with keen delight,
For from her lips now flows a song
That only angels write.

Her words of love move heavenward
As tears of pain cascade.
She speaks of him with tenderness,
And vows his name won't fade.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Haunted Dreams

The darkened room can hear him cry
To rhythmic flow of words unshared.
His painful thoughts just beg to die
Where haunted dreams his loss has bared.

Accusing lies his soul bemoans,
The years of love they shared are dead.
Her words are cast like granite stones,
And shred his soul upon his bed.

His mind then seeks to answer, why?
Her lucid strands of words decry.
And now that his world proved a lie,
He prays for strength to say goodbye.

© Angel L Villanueva

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The Painting

The painting is all I have
To remind me of your grace.
A beauty so rich and deep,
The colors offer but a trace.

Your eyes follow my steps,
My defeated heart on the wall.
When I pause before the frame,
Tears of sorrow yearningly fall.

I caress you with my fingers,
And plead for your return,
But death mocks my tears,
The tears I can't unlearn.

When at night you own my dreams,
In soliloquy my heart despairs,
For your presence on our bed,
The painting cannot share.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Which One Is The Rose

In silence from a distance,
My eyes cleave to your face.
I start to recite poetry
Of love wrapped softly in lace.
I yearn for a closer look;
Her hands caress you lightly.
Your scent she breathes with joy,
As eyes she closes slightly.
When I approach, your color livens,
A crimson painting ablaze.
Becoming vivid in appearance,
While she holds you truly amazed.
But confused I find myself,
Since to your presence I drew,
For now I can't decide,
If the rose is actually you.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Bound Hearts

The moon is a silent witness
To the love we express this night,
And it beams its smile upon us,
While bathing us in light.

Our lips embrace with fervor,
As songs of love we cry.
They sink into our souls,
Inducing hearts to fly.

So hold my heart in your hands,
Let's sail toward the sky,
To pledge our blissful union,
On stars our words to tie.

When smiling dawn arrives,
We descend to love’s endeavor,
Where earth will kiss our feet,
As two hearts are bound forever.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Walk With Me

Hold my hand,
Walk with me.
Allow me to show you
The stages of our love,
In this wonderful journey.
Eros, for your beauty consumes me;
Agape, for it is unconditional;
Storge, for deep is our affection;
Philia, for unbreakable is our friendship.
And so,
As we walk hand in hand,
Enduring arduous times,
Setbacks and obstacles,
Remember,
The stages of our love
Will nourish us,
Strengthen us,
Cement us,
Until we reach our destination,
In eternity's embrace.

© Angel L Villanueva

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Early Morning Frost

It’s a cold winter morning.
You awaken
As I observe silently;
Early morning frost on your window.
What a delightful view that I have!
You approach,
Desiring to view the white snow;
Pure cotton blankets the landscape.
Your sweet breath fogs my eyes
As I bask in delightful bliss.
Your thoughts,
I wish I could read them.
The warmth of your body, so close;
Allow me to hold you but for a moment
And it will seem an eternity.
Serenity is on your face,
Smiling, as a finger traces your lips.
What are your thoughts?
The wind lashes at the window,
And you notice the morning frost;
Your fingers caress me softly,
Gently wiping me away.
The early morning frost is gone,
And you return to sleep.

© Angel L Villanueva

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