A Touch of Heaven
A Book of Poetry with Women in Mind
By Houston C. Suit III and Published by Houston C. Suit III
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A Touch of Heaven
A Book of Poetry with Women in Mind
Table of Contents
You Just Never Know
Waiting For A Woman
The Same
Sweet Sounds Of A Pretty Bird Chirping To Me
Show And Tell As He'll See And Hear
Resistance Seems To Be Futile
Pretty Woman (A Birthday Card For A Friend)
Pleasant Thoughts Of You
One
Nothing Like No Other
No Name Is Necessary
Meow Mix
Little Trinkets
Infinity
Hold That Thought
Hmmmm
Delicious
Appealing To Me
A Written Note
A Woman Who Is A Friend
A View From Me Another Man
A Comforting Feeling
A Call To Someone Who Cares And I Answered
A Painting
To Take Means To Listen
The Hopeful Romantic
A Relationship To Wonder
Question And Answer
My Experience Of Giving This Pleasure
For A Woman
Words Speak For Themselves
For Her, It's A Meaning Of Its Own
Any day, Dear Karla
To Paul, Written For Linda And Women With Love
Gold'n Silver Years
Our History In The Making
Can You Respond?
Make It Happen
Yes, It Can
It's True For Us Two
Speaking Of
Brigette
You Didn't See As I Turned To Leave
And What It Does To Me
Sad But True
Never Gone
And in the beginning God created women and earth…no, no, no, no, but I do laugh sometimes about putting the word women in the place of heaven. It would be quite fitting wouldn't you say? Seriously though and this is for certain, I do thank God for them.
It's about three in the morning and again, wondering on paper what I shall write down. Something about women. Simple as that. Yes, there's just something about them. And a complement well intended. Women! The good, the bad and the beautiful. The rose of the planet world. Even with its many thorns, nothing still surpasses the beauty, intelligence, charm, elegance and grace and so on…well, nothing. So women it is and there's definitely a heaven in that…thank God.
This book of 46 poems you're about to read is about them, to them and for them. In some form or fashion. My experiences anyway. Relationships I've been in myself no matter how short lived. And a few that I've observed that touched me in some way. But yes, the women I’ve met, seen and even still know. Also, I mustn't forget at times to the one in particular I’ve been looking for and haven’t met yet. Or have I and just don't realize it? Regardless, they're in it.
And as not to disregard men from the picture here, I do believe a man could appreciate a book like this. Yes, without question. Also, because man wrote it.
It's a funny thing about how women affect us, men that is. Or me, a man. I sit occasionally (actually a lot) and think about women or a woman after I’ve chatted with briefly and a vast of most pleasurable thoughts and feelings occur more often times than not. But, also that’s what women do. And I've come to learn they know this. Yes, they know this well…
Over the last few years between and during writing projects I gathered quite a lot of material and have taken a particular liking to the ones you're about to read…so, please enjoy.
You Just Never Know
By Houston C. Suit III
Is it wrong to fall for a woman that’s married?
Another man, her life she is sharing.
Certainly I can fall for one that’s not,
And I’ve talked with so many,
Married or not.
Again so many,
Regardless of which and a love that will eventually show if there’s any.
So, a woman,
But, which one's for me?
Married or not,
And yes, I'm still searching for the one that's for me.
Waiting For A Woman
By Houston C. Suit III
Yes, time…
Can I just call you mine?
Yes, me…
I want this…in time,
When will it be?
And then it will be,
Yes, you…
Then you can call me the same,
Yes, time…
Is the distance still too far or getting closer?
I’m waiting,
Yes, time…
The Same
By Houston C. Suit III
If I told you my dear that I love you,
What would you do?
You already knew this, about my love, so it wouldn’t surprise you.
If you told me my dear that you love me,
What would I do?
I already knew this, about your love, so it wouldn’t surprise me too.
If we love each other,
What would we do?
Surprisingly enough, this we already do,
Selfless and never ending,
This love between us two.
Forever...
Sweet Sounds Of A Pretty Bird Chirping To Me
By Houston C. Suit III
I’ll sit to see,
This woman I know,
And my attention at this moment she has of me.
She’ll sing,
But, first to sit and tune,
Fret by fret and string by string the sounds from the speakers start to fill the room.
Am I captured again?
And does she know?
For myself,
I’ll not let it show.
It amazes me as I listen,
Myself, yes the many different thoughts,
This woman I sit and I watch,
Again, does she realize it’s me right now that she has caught?
Probably not… well, maybe.
Show And Tell As He'll See And Hear
By Houston C. Suit III
As this woman gets ready for a night out with her man,
And down the hall with the trickling sounds of running water,
While polishing the nails upon her toes and hands.
At the vanity with the Jazz in the back ground,
Then to the bedroom she moves,
Yes, the music so soothing while making her rounds.
The final product, a finishing touch,
A small mist of perfume and a last minute spot check with the make up brush.
This woman at her prime and what a sight,
A match for no other,
For her man, she’ll be the one that’s looking just right.
Very fine with a walk that only a woman does so well,
A woman knows when and how to show and tell.
With slender heels, a slim fitting dress and a soft under-slip,
And those curves that show off her beautiful hips.
The woman who stands with this wonderful pose,
As he'll see and hear,
A real woman knows.
How to appeal to him…
Resistance Seems To Be Futile
By Houston C. Suit III
Is it an idea of you or my idea of you?
Yes, the woman I see?
The one I'm talking with?
Are you for me?
I keep coming back, coming back, coming back,
Someday, maybe I'll share my thoughts and yes, I’ll ask.
Though holding off,
Inside of me a nervousness that exist,
With a woman like you that's hard to resist.
And you know this…
Pretty Woman (A Birthday Card For A Friend)
By Houston C. Suit III
Dear Karla, another birthday for you,
To turn 50 and from me, a friend,
Your card, this poem and 50 more birthdays I hope you'll do.
The woman that you are I’ll write today,
A birthday at 50,
And for a woman of 50, I will say.
Very nice as a woman to see,
50 and more,
Pretty you’ll always be.
A woman of 50 and I’ve seen many,
No worry my dear,
You hold as pretty, yes, as pretty as any.
At 50 your elegance, maturity and warmth,
A mans attention it’ll always get,
And you, a woman of 50 he will surely adorn.
In those eyes that smile when you blink,
And at 50, yes, at 50, the best of any man will throw you a wink.
A statue of 50, so lovely in place,
And to look at you there’s certainly no waste,
Of time,
And birthdays to come, more I hope you’ll find.
So at 50 for you,
Happy birthday Karla,
A pretty woman of 50, a pretty card for you.
Love you always, your dear friend, Houston.
Pleasant Thoughts Of You
By Houston C. Suit III
The pleasant thoughts you’ve left in my mind after our short chat,
Looking to know more of you,
Yes, exactly that.
There's something that leaves me to desire more of you...
One
By Houston C. Suit III
Here’s one...
I one-dur, is she the one for once?
One time, I once thought that one…
Or for once, was I the one for that one?
I one-dur…
That would make me the one for once…
Yes, once, just once, I one-dur could we for once be as one?
Is once enough for one and one to make one?
One time, could be the one time for this one, I one-dur for once…
How one-durful!
Nothing Like No Other
By Houston C. Suit III
A woman’s hands, so soothing to feel,
A woman's hands, so surreal.
Holding them that certain way,
More words to paper I must say…
To intertwine,
Hers and mine.
But, to look at them and gaze,
And those nails, gentle they are,
Putting me in that dreamy maze.
Strokes with just a finger,
Twirled thoughts and arousals begin to linger.
Pushing upon your palms, hands pressing together,
A wonderful dance that they do,
My hands to yours, it seems never ending,
Seeming forever.
Yes, a woman’s hands,
What they are to me and so much more to this one man.
No Name Is Necessary
By Houston C. Suit III
Not much older than me this woman I just met,
I’ve forgotten her name,
But absolutely beautiful she was and that was what she left.
During a very short talk while looking eye to eye,
I told her she was very attractive more than once, I might add and certainly not a lie.
It gave her a cute smile,
This had made my day so worth while.
Thank you, she said,
It was mutual I feel,
And thank you, I will say,
Just the opportunity to mention those things to her and keeping it real.
The presence of this woman had brought this on,
Again, thank you,
Yes, for the woman I met, I give this poem.
And there are so many like her…
Meow Mix
By Houston C. Suit III
Women!
I’m done with it!
For a minute!
No!
That’s not good enough, okay!?
Yeah, the whole damn day!
But for sure no longer than that,
The beautiful felines they are,
Definitely no longer than that, that that!
And soon they'll Purrrrr,
So damn enchanted I am and I'll soon answer to the call of the pussycat.
Is the day over?
Little Trinkets
By Houston C. Suit III
What is it dear friend that you did with or did you do?
To all those things, over the years I’ve given to you?
Little trinkets they probably are to most women or some,
But to you, what did they mean?
Or do they still mean now that they’re done?
Symbolic of something, of course,
These little trinkets of different sorts,
Little trinkets that where destined to this course.
Do you see them sometimes times?
Or even as a memory and then just set them over some where in your mind.
I would understand, but, in your heart,
Yes, there these little trinkets, I know you'll never part.
The question, the question, what did you do with them?
I wonder, just tossed to the side, I do believe not,
The answer, the answer is I believe dear friend you’ve still got.
But where? In a box, yes, in a box upon a shelf,
Along with other memories long before these, always safe from anyone else,
A special place that’s just for yourself?
And yes, every once in while,
Occasionally once in a while,
Do you see them, think of them, and soon begin to smile?
I hope so, like I am, while writing this little trinket for you now.
So enjoy…
Infinity
By Houston C. Suit III
Will it be?
A wonderful thought it is…one for me.
I see you smile when we chat…one for you,
It’s just us and that makes two.
We both have a dream…you and me,
Of being with someone,
Would that dream together make it three?
What we would want together, for each other and even more,
With all of this,
That’s what sharing is…sharing together is four.
The next one is five,
These numbers of us…adding up in our life.
Shall we count the ways…one million and one.
Hold That Thought
By Houston C. Suit III
With a beautiful woman and chatting we were the other day,
It was somewhat warm and humid out, yes, sticky I would say.
Soon to look down and seeing bits of moister upon her chest,
These dots of water sitting comfortably at rest,
Then thinking of this,
Which would fall first down to her breast?
Again, they sat as if on hold,
Anticipating myself, which one would soon start its roll?
To stop!
And passing quickly to another thought,
A beautiful woman she was,
Then looking the other way before I got caught.
But to peak again at these little wet beads,
So I did, was I feeling the need?
So I was, yes, indeed!
These thoughts came back again,
With the salty-sweet taste, yes, the tasting of them one by one,
So soothing for her till I was done.
Then saving the last one for the best,
The one that rolled slowly and sat in the crest,
To the shallow dip between her breast.
All this mixed with a very slight hint,
An aroma, most pleasurable to me,
Yes, a woman’s scent.
Unlike no other, drawing more thoughts of her hair, legs, shoulders, and neck,
Everything down to the small of her back.
Yes, a woman, a woman.
By looking at her, giving thoughts with this scent,
These thoughts just traveled by, a beautiful woman just went.
Hmmmm
By Houston C. Suit III
Can I ask you, do you like?
Butterflies, taking walks or flying kites?
How about home cooked meals?
Back rubs and laughter?
Yes, things with a good feel?
Or just cozying up?
And would think its cute when I call you butter cup?
How about beaches and fun?
Yeah, or playing frisbee in the sun?
A run in the rain or barefoot through the grass?
But, so many more things I would like to ask.
Hmmmm, someday I will…
Delicious
By Houston C. Suit III
What a peach! And could it be?
Maybe, just maybe, within my reach?
Cause on this tree that I see,
Is beautiful woman,
And a peach she is,
Yes, a peach to me.
And to hold her,
This I did just yesterday,
A little hug, so what else can I say?
Some and I will,
The beautiful peach she is,
And now she’ll sit, my memory is a window sill.
Our conversation, of an hour or so that we had talked,
Like being in an orchard,
Quaint and pleasant as though taking a walk.
So short this was, our wonderful meet,
And in a world, this world an orchard full of trees,
I'll stretch for her, and I hope it’s in reach,
Because this woman I've met,
Beautiful she was, is a sweet Georgia peach.
Appealing To Me
By Houston C. Suit III
This lady in a blue jean dress,
The thoughts in my mind are now a lovely mess.
I shall continue…
Wearing some small brown sandals with a flower on top,
Beautiful legs to look at, I couldn’t stop.
With nails unpainted, so very nice,
And the ones on your toes,
Yes, I looked twice.
To the top of your head with mixed brown light hair,
Very lovely,
Yes, lovely everywhere.
And that little ring on your toe?
Permanent it is, this I know.
Your eyes, a shade that’s hard to depict,
Unable to say,
But they certainly stick…In my mind.
Over and over, on and on,
For a lady that's so appealing,
You'll always be appealing as this poem.
A Written Note
By Houston C. Suit III
A conversation today that we just had,
Something you shared and I’m certainly glad.
But I’ll share now…
About your writing and I’ve known that you do,
But when you’re alone, who do you write?
Who are you writing to?
Is it God or to yourself?
To someone you’ve known, know or not?
Yes, to anybody else?
From another time or even now?
Your writing is important,
Regardless of when, what, who, or how.
Just continue…
For pain, anger, love or belief.
Happiness, and joy, any number of these.
Just write, write, write,
Write what comes, whatever it may be,
To write for yourself or for others to read.
For you Karla…a reminder, always.
A Woman Who Is A Friend
By Houston C. Suit III
I sit and I wonder about you, the friend that you are,
Now, distancing myself,
And working through things,
I’ve put you afar.
Moving on I know you’ll do,
As I will for now,
Again, because of the things I’m working through.
Going about your way, you’ve said,
For you, I'm not sure it was easy to say,
And for myself? So many thoughts of our relationship, our friendship that linger in my head.
Everyday we would talk,
And then to just abruptly stop,
I've closed the door and turned the lock.
Processing things in my life and not including you,
Yes, not to phone,
Not to talk,
Not easy to do.
And after all we’ve done, now this distance, distance, distance,
Not having you as a friend,
And without you,
Am I taking my stance?
For what reason? So, no! We must talk…
A View From Me, Another Man
By Houston C. Suit III
There's a woman that I’ve known,
And at the moment she gathers up her things along with her son departs the home.
So, what’s a mother to do?
Her husband? Her son?
Not to question,
She takes her son and leaves the husband, she splits the two.
Though still together, her husband she left behind,
And all this for her son?
No, also for herself, I'll keep in mind,
But yes, her son has some troubles and his life he must find.
Taking its toll,
Is the marriage still there?
But it’s for her son,
I know this mother, she loves her son and she still cares.
Taking its toll,
Is the marriage still there?
Again, it’s for her son,
I know that her husband, he must begin to care.
This husband must step up and love and come forth,
For his wife and her son,
To him, what are they worth?
Everything I hope…
A Comforting Feeling
By Houston C. Suit III
These words I whisper to you while asleep,
A whisper so softly, they now do seep.
I love you…
Then pulling you up I'll hold you without getting you awake,
Pushing yourself up beside me,
This move while sleeping, you do make.
I love you…
Such a soothing sound,
A gentle whisper, a beautiful charm,
These words I whispered to you, shhhhh they move around.
I love you…
Soon myself I dose asleep,
With you in my arms, not another peep.
These gentle words that are whispered they're always the same,
I love you, I love you, I love you my dear,
Shhhhh, they will remain.
Good night my love…
A Call To Someone Who Cares And I Answered
By Houston C. Suit III
Monday, The 14th day of June, Two Thousand and Ten
Very early in the morning the phone rings, rings, rings,
Damn all the ringing!
Restless and tired, I answer so slowly trying to gather my bearings.
The number I saw, yes, I've known, I thought was the same,
And it was, but the voice was of another, a different first name.
Sitting up I was and listening to her words, I’m unable to understand,
The weeping in her tone, getting the statement out the best she can.
Finally I heard,
Its over, its over, she’s gone!
What do mean? Who is this? Who are you? I asked,
And who’s gone?! I knew something now was so very, very wrong.
Again, she’s gone, she’s dead!
Soon to realize who it was, who she was,
A dizziness now starts the rotation through out my head.
You’re fucking wrong!
Fuck you! This can’t be!
My face quickly turning pale with disbelief,
Losing balance, the floor slightly moving underneath my feet.
Stop it!
No, no, no! Now hanging the phone up!
My senses coming and going and the tears begin welling up.
Swirling, swirling, swirling, thinking this must be a dream,
The words in my head are now wanting to scream.
Grabbing the cushion sitting at the side of the couch,
And ever so softly and quietly,
Oh no, God no…the words that had then come from my mouth.
It was true… I’ll miss you my dear, Maria.
A Painting
By Houston C. Suit III
To paint,
My brush a pen,
Something now on paper that comes from within…of me.
A canvas,
My paper to write,
The words I now paint seem to fit just right…of you.
Of a man like me,
And this is what I’m trying to mean…about us.
As you casually sit, only air between us,
Painting these thoughts,
They seem to be a must.
While painting,
To touch and how do you taste?
A beautiful woman,
Words with these strokes I’ll try not to waste.
Your lips, how wonderful,
Slowly turning, I’m soothing your neck as you look around,
Caressing your hair while easing you down.
You now hold your breath,
Pushing yourself closer to me for another step.
And why do you do this?
Or I do this to me?
Ever so gently the blending of these colors have now become a we.
And dropping my brush, giving up I’ve done,
On this canvas, this painting, we are finally one.
To Take Means To Listen
By Houston C. Suit III
It’s kind of different,
To be willing to share,
A give and take that lessens the dare.
The higher that we build our walls,
Farther apart from each other we will fall.
Wanting to be understood,
Well, I would.
And I do, don’t you?
Hey, it’s just a conversation between us two.
So brick by brick, and chip by chip,
These walls come down with words from our lips.
Yes, to start some where,
With someone, anyone, a willingness to share.
The Hopeful Romantic
By Houston C. Suit III
When will I meet you or have I?
When will I?
For that special day or even night.
When will it happen or has it?
When it’s you, yes, her,
My best friend, my significant other.
When it’s for the best,
When you’re set aside from all the rest.
Yes, when?
So until then,
I’m looking for my best friend.
A Relationship To Wonder
By Houston C. Suit III
A woman and man,
How long together will they stand?
Forever, but if over time without true love what happens then?
Either one gives up or the other gives in.
Maybe, many different things,
But the wonderful song that you both once sung, you no longer sing.
By giving all that you both have to give,
Lost its cause sometime ago, so long as you both shall live.
Soon, love to misery, it turns,
In search of another this love now yearns.
The love you had was so very strong,
But staying in love, being in love,
What went wrong?
Myself and many others have experienced this,
So it’s staying in love, being in love,
That’s what I truly miss.
Moving on for someone else, someone else, someone else,
Awaiting the other, now for another, the one, yes, to be as one with someone else.
And eventually to wonder about this, again, do I love them or they me?
My answer so simple,
By truly staying in love, yes, being in love, for there is no need…to wonder.
Question And Answer
By Houston C. Suit III
Love?
As not to confuse,
It's so very needed, just not abused.
Love is to be given,
Yes, more than it is to be taken,
Though a little selfish at times,
So, don’t be mistaken.
I believe it's shared…
My Experience Of Giving This Pleasure
By Houston C. Suit III
This woman it appears as I caress and touch,
A feeling of pleasure, she shivers with comfort, sensational this seems to her so much.
Finally my touch turns to a kiss,
Below to her neck, her arms and down to her legs,
She now watches me, a visual that she doesn’t miss,
And gently her moves become a slowing twist.
Raising up towards her breast, as my hands ease down her hips,
Such soft shoulders to feel and kiss,
Then touching her nipples with my moist wet lips.
Her excitement of sounds and the complexity of moans,
I’m listening to her,
The levels she’ll reach as I carry on.
Her voice seems to go from pitch to pitch,
A little less and then more, back and forth,
Then all at once, now forgetting myself which is which.
Downward I move and not being shy,
Dizzy she seems with her clashing of sighs,
Now with sounds of my own, yes, our sexual cries,
And pursuing passionately as I lick between her thighs.
A harmony together that will rise and fall,
One or the other,
To her and I,
No more does it seem to matter at all.
(Continued)
And so close she is, but not yet,
Between her legs,
Warm with a shine of moister and her spot so wet,
So firm I’ve become by the sweet smell of this sexual sweat.
Her rush of breathing, then climax and release,
Letting go she does and gasps with a relief,
Myself, then tasting of her wonderful seed,
My reward for fulfilling of her needs.
Her body is now numb and at ease,
Myself, with exhaustion, very relaxed but weak,
She now rolls over and stretches amongst the dampness of sheets,
Cause this pleasure given to her that has come to a cease,
A pleasure as well that it gave me.
Now catching herself that her calm has returned,
She slowly reaches over,
To me, she pulls herself over,
Another time,
For this pleasure we’ll both now yearn…to do again.
For A Woman
By Houston C. Suit III
A number of men you’ve met,
You think the same?
A man like me, you have not yet.
A number of men you’ve known,
You think the same?
A man like me, you do not yet know.
The man for you, I’ll now tell,
Is me,
A captive for you, of your spell.
The butterflies are now released…
For a woman,
Today, the first piece of this poem, I had given to you,
And beautiful language of poetry, I did tell,
It was written for you,
Yes, a captive I am of your spell.
So unfortunate in their flight…
It’s so different how things seem since then,
This poem,
And yours, you may call it, so soon comes to an end.
Short lived is was after giving the first part to you,
Too much it was, too much this was?
I believe so and words and what they can do.
(Continued)
Moving on…
So much, yes, so much now I’ve learned,
And another I’ll write for,
Another woman, I’ll now turn.
I believe that nothing was lost,
A beautiful poem, a beautiful woman, you can’t place a cost.
But, in a way now I wish you hadn’t read,
Words and what they can do, as I've said.
For a woman, for you to read,
This is for certain and this poem from me,
For a woman,
You haven’t a need.
Words Speak For Themselves
By Houston C. Suit III
If you’re as attractive inside as you are in looks,
Writing about you could fill a book.
A woman, yes, a woman!
Absolutely gorgeous, you are to me,
So many things with you I hope will be,
If I can just know more and on paper,
Of you, I'll write through me.
And so I shall…
For Her, It's A Meaning Of Its Own
By Houston C. Suit III
I saw the little charm resting upon your chest,
With a background of blue,
And a small white angel appearing offset.
To look in your eyes, the same blue that I see,
And the whites of this angel, as the color in your hair,
You as a woman are beginning to move me.
An angel like yourself,
A beautiful woman to me,
An angel of a woman that I can clearly see.
Any day, Dear Karla
By Houston C. Suit III
Any day
These things I’m telling you are always showing,
But the other day, yes, the other day dear Karla, you we’re glowing.
You looked so nice, and in your eyes a cheerful shine,
And that perk on your smile, it seemed such a natural thing,
Myself, I will always see it and can always find…let me continue.
Any day
Your hair, even your hair, the hint of curiosity when a strand or two sits from its place,
So very comfortably at ease upon that beautiful face.
The lines that surround your lips, your cheeks, your eyes,
Beauty with age, yes my dear and so wonderfully defined.
And the small tilt of your head that shows your cute ways,
More than enough to fill the day, any day, my day.
Any day,
And your size and shape, what a lovely fit,
Enough said, yes, that is it!
But, back to your eyes, with such an awesome shade of green,
Oh, by the way very nice jeans!
And you still have a smile back there too, do you know what I mean?
Any day,
Now, back to your hair, yes your hair with its occasional light view of grey,
Yes, and I have to say,
Again, beauty, but mixed with elegance that will never go away.
And your skin, so smooth, the color of off white,
More to shade than it is to light,
With all this, very content I am that you're in my sight.
Any day, any day, any day,
I could go on with these things I’m telling to you,
So pleasing they are to me and will always, yes, always hold true,
So when you read this, dear Karla, any day, this poem is you.
To Paul, Written For Linda And Women With Love
By Houston C. Suit III
The 17th day of April, Nineteen Hundred and Ninety Eight.
This day in April seemed to hurt me so much,
To Paul, written for Linda and women, with love,
This cancer can touch.
When I read about your loss, I truly felt your pain,
And realized that to so many women this will happen again.
The woman of your life, the love you both had was true,
And for thirty beautiful years together,
Then it happened to her, your wife, the woman that was with you.
A cancer that kills so many women a day,
Affecting so many people in every way.
Women that’s lost in many people’s lives,
A woman that’s lost to many men their wives.
And the woman of your life,
Again, she was your wife.
A very tragic loss that has never happened to me,
And, I pray that it’s one that I'll never have to see.
For this cancer that kills we must find a cure,
So that not another person suffer such a loss,
And that another woman must endure.
This day in April that seemed to hurt me so much,
To Paul, written for Linda and women, with love,
This cancer does touch.
You will be missed…Linda McCartney. Another loss of life to Breast Cancer.
The Gold’n Silver Years
By Houston C. Suit III
Looking forward to growing old with you,
You’re my best friend,
And yes, my dear, I’m yours too.
Growing old together slowly hand in hand,
My woman you are,
And yes, my dear, I’m your old… well, I’m your man.
By slowly growing old with you,
The beautiful grey in your hair,
And yes, my dear, I’ll have mine too.
Shuffling along with the smiles we’ll share,
Over the years, stronger our love is,
And yes, my dear, our hearts to each other we did bear.
Growing old together at our slow pace,
No hurry we are to be a certain place,
And yes, my dear, side by side with the things we’ll face.
Our love inseparable through and through,
And yes, my dear… my love,
Looking forward to growing old with you.
Our History In The Making
By Houston C. Suit III
This was yesterday…
Just a month ago today you came up to me,
Gave me your number and said, let’s see,
And ever since then we’ve become a couple,
Yes, becoming a We…
And today…I hope so.
I hope so,
Each other, to know and we’ve grown,
Learning of one another,
And going into the unknown…
For tomorrow…wanting more of.
More of being together,
But, somewhat apart,
Longing for one another,
A longing that truly comes from our hearts.
Looking for a future…having our time together.
Our time together,
Distance against us, we’ll overcome,
We and this distance, that brings us closer and closer, It makes our hearts grow fond,
We and a future that comes from one and one.
Can You Respond?
By Houston C. Suit III
What does it make you feel when I tell you these things?
Like I’m going to do with you now,
To you,
Yes, and to you what do you feel, and to you what do they mean?
There's beauty in you, of what I see inside,
And another beauty to me as well,
To me,
Yes, to me your looks of such beauty that can not hide.
We’ve held each other from night to dawn,
Wrapped in each others arms,
Forever,
Yes, forever to wish that this will always go on.
Sharing all my feelings and my thoughts,
Of a woman like you?
Yes, to tell you this now, a woman like you I have sought.
And if fate could speak,
Of a man like me,
The lines written below, I would want to be.
And not wanting to let go and cherishing of our time,
More each day, everyday,
For us,
Yes, more of you to be mine.
I hope you can respond…
Make It Happen
By Houston C. Suit III
What does it do to you that we’re so far apart?
So many miles and difficult at times?
Yes, some even say, a relationship that won’t work, with a distance from each other being so far.
What will we do?
Or can we do?
Should we do?
For each other, yes, just me and you.
What ever it takes,
We’re coming closer together,
Yes, and in the end it’s what we make.
Of this…
Yes, It Can
By Houston C. Suit III
I do wonder when we’ll say,
When…
When do we come to that point?
To those three selfless words that we’ll mention every day.
Sometimes I wonder how,
How…
How it can be?
Beautiful this is,
Now, that we’re becoming a We,
Yes, you and me.
I wonder, can I hope,
Hope…
Hoping that this may be a clue.
The sharing of ourselves, revealing of ourselves,
A relationship gained, is it really true?
I need not wonder, but I feel it and know that it can,
Can…
So, many search for this,
The when, the how, and the hope,
That happiness that can happen between woman and man.
It's True For Us Two
By Houston C. Suit III
How do two people truly love?
Hundreds of miles apart,
At so great a distance from each other, it seems at times to push and shove.
With this battle sometimes, so did love find a way?
And bring us closer together?
Yes, true love did,
And for two that truly love, it will, I always say.
I Love You and Deeply Miss You, Happy Valentines Day
Speaking Of
By Houston C. Suit III
The woman I speak of?
To ponder as I look,
Is she the one? Yes, and of her I shall write a book.
Of many things…
Beautiful and what fun, but ever so smart,
Such charm lined with grace,
A book with so much,
The woman I speak of? Yes, she’s has my heart.
Calmness about her, that gives with care,
So delicate at times,
But strong and dedicated,
The woman I speak of? My life, I will share.
The light touch of browns within her hair,
Laugher and smiles and a presence of warmth that fills the air,
The woman I speak of? With me, yes, she’s now there.
So, this woman, another day I’ll write,
The woman I speak of? Is you, the one that’s by my side.
Brigette
By Houston C. Suit III
And an acknowledgement and special thanks to Gary Allan
…When you give yourself away,
To me, these words of affection,
I love you, I love you, I love you are the best that can be said.
…A feeling like that,
None can compare,
Hearing those words from far away, puts me with you, yes, it brings me there.
…The one,
It should speak for itself,
Yes, you're the only one for me and no one else.
…It would be you,
And it is, all that I write,
The ways I love you, morning and night.
…Right where I need to be,
Right where you need to be,
Our love is what builds that bridge,
Closer together we'll soon be.
…Along the way,
This love that has grown,
From the seeds that we've planted, seeds that we've sown.
…No regrets,
A love that’s stronger for you since we've met.
…She gets me,
I say, this often,
Yes, my love that is you that gets to me.
So when you give yourself way,
And along the way, you get feelings like that,
To the one, that would be you,
And this is where I need to be, yes, she gets to me, having no regret…Best I ever had.
You Didn't See As I Turned To Leave
By Houston C. Suit III
After a few days together and then…
As I stood in the hallway just looking at you,
Mumbled these words,
The words you already knew,
That I must go…
But no, so softly you said, not right now,
A little longer someway? Maybe? Somehow?
And as your tears begin to roll gently, I catch them as they fall,
A kiss here and a kiss there,
And soon, one by one there's no more tears at all.
Now, just touch of redness that still appears,
You squint your eyes with a slight smile,
And quietly say I love you my dear.
To respond while standing and holding you in my arms,
Yes, I love you too,
Then the only words spoken are from our eyes,
And to each other are so very warm.
A few minutes pass…
Holding back as I turned to leave,
Walking towards the door,
Then letting go of my own that I slowly wipe with my sleeve.
Now, but a smeared wetness stained upon my cheek.
Only till next time my love…
And What It Does To Me
By Houston C. Suit III
Having portions of time removed from you is bad enough already,
But me?
Right now even more, the increasing sadness combined with grief.
I've said it before, as distance is our ruler,
So much at times, it seems somewhat crueler.
And our visits shortened?
Taken what little there is, what we have, our time away from each other.
Though certainly and really no ones fault,
But me?
My unhappy feelings,
Now, my unhappy thoughts.
Of being apart from you…
Sad But True
By Houston C. Suit III
So now what to do?
Maybe sometime down the road, we'll be together,
And you've said you'll make the move.
Towards me…
This distance between us had taken its toll,
And the one to finally break was me, little did I know.
So far the miles,
Again the distance, this ruler does stretch,
Everyday, everyday, everyday it seemed to etch.
Never Gone
By Houston C. Suit III
A love that’s now gone?
No never! But coming to an end at the moment this couples poem.
I miss her…I know she misses me.
So, now we're on a different course,
But damn, this feeling of sadness that I have!
A feeling that compares to something, what I don't know, but it's far more than worse.
By myself, by my choice, so why do I still long for her?
Did I choose right?
And in my heart she still stirs.
Yes, I still long for her...she's never gone.
The End
And Thank You Reading
I think it's fair to say that there's definitely a touch of heaven on a woman…thank God.
A very special thank you to all the women who brought each piece of this book, which is a part of my life to a completion.
Houston C. Suit III
About The Author
Houston C. Suit III now resides in Nashville Tennessee and is currently working on more writing material which include his 2nd Non-Fiction Book and his 2nd Children's Rhyme Book.
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Other Books Available by Houston C. Suit III at Smashwords
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A funny short rhyme for children and adults alike. This book is family friendly.