Poems by Richard M. Deets

Let's ride into the sunset on a rainbow.
We won't come back until tomorrow
In the grandeur of the misty sunrise,
With stars that fill the skies in our eyes.

We'll paint the sunset with colors of dreams,
Dreams we create with desirous schemes.
I'll use shooting stars to write I love you
On stellar blackboard, this night anew.

We'll fly past galaxies on gossamer wings.
I'll tell our favorite stars of special things
You've done since you touched my heart.
From you I can never live apart.

You're the face in the misty light of the moon,
The laugh that floats on cosmic breeze in June.
You're the magic spark of nature's fiery cone,
The ember of joy I call my own.

Venus and Cupid sigh when I tell you
I feel so very lucky to be loving you.
The one I run to when each day is through,
I simply can't take my eyes off of you.

The morning light may steal this moment bright
And take away the stars of the night.
We'll have the memories by love's brush drawn
That color our dreams and light the dawn.

Look into my eyes and see the sparkling stars,
Those thousand dreams that become ours.
Listen to cascading stars chime in whispers,
I'm yours until the end of time and vespers.

From whence did you come my daughter dear?
You fell from heaven through the stardust
Into my world awaiting God's gift.

Where did you get those precious little ears?
A meadow lark song filled morning's first light
To welcome you to God's exquisite creation.

From whence did you get your emerald eyes?
A little piece of a gorgeous rainbow
Just slipped into your smiling face.

Where did you get those soft arms and hands?
Love grew into gentle hooks and limbs
To touch a world that needed God's care.

From whence your lovely smiles full of bliss?
A thousand angels smiled on you
As you sped through the cosmos to me.

Where did you get your charming roseate cheeks?
The sun shown brightly through fluffy clouds
As you gently landed on the earth.

How did all this beauty become you?
The heavens smiled down upon me
And bestowed a gift-you my daughter.

He's so strong; he's my love.
He's the man, he's my dream.
He's my angel from above.

He's so sweet; he's my dove.
He's my sugar; he's my cream.
He's so strong; he's my love.

He's my special puppy love.
He's a tease, such a scream.
He's my angel from above.

He's my teddy, my huggie love.
He's my squeeze; he can please.
He's so strong; he's my love.

He's my gentle kitty love.
He's the star in my dream.
He's my angel from above.

He's my mate, hand in glove.
He's my hero; he's my dream.
He's so strong; he's my love.
He's my angel from above.

If I were a magician with dancing eyes,
I’d grant all your wishes for a smile.
Sunny skies full of waltzing butterflies,
New friends to share your toys (for a while).

Two big purple teddy bears that speak,
Poodles that laugh, blue noodles that sigh,
Silly little mice dressed in pink boots that squeak,
Five polka dotted ice cream cones a mile high.

A dozen daisies dancing in a velvet case,
Triple rainbows after each gentle rain,
A magic mirror pool to reflect your pretty face,
And seven pennies for wishes not too plain.

I would give you twenty pop-up clowns,
Candy Leprechauns counting pick-up sticks,
Unicorns to ride in parades through glass towns,
Colorful floating bubbles (just for kicks).

Furry little kittens to tickle your cheeks,
Fourteen canaries dressed in turquoise tights,
A pocketful of sweets to last you four weeks,
Three little piglets in fields of flowers flying kites,

Gold tickets for all the rides at your favorite sites,
Fifteen princes to carry all your stuff,
A blinking magic carpet for special flights,
And play rooms that tidy in a single puff.

I would hand you the world on a silver string
And listen to all the children laugh and sing.

Dear, to you this velvet rose I commend,
In which a model of yourself I tend.
How well within your palm its long stem rests,
So just your smiling eyes my vision nests.
To hold this goddess of mystique is life,
A touch of you is much more so, my wife.
The scent thins in air, the color is true,
As true, yet how much more special are you.
The petal serene, your hands need not toil,
Your faith in us is more so free of spoil.
You'll deem this dear as from me you have it;
Your trust is dearer, because you give it.
This rose as perfect as my kiss can seal,
Your love within my lofty heart does peal.
But this as all aspects peels in love's sight,
Whereas you, my wife, exceed in each right.

Love is nature's threads
embroidered in children, stitch
by stitch by a mother.