The digital desk clock winks at me.
The doorbell chimes a tune.
Its ringing sings, “You’re not alone.”
I hear the racket of a key,
So fancy free
That turning key.
What joy to think that I’ll say soon,
“My Kitten’s home!”
The door draws back. Light frolics in.
Who’s there? I think I’ll guess.
But what appears is too well known:
An impish face with girlish grin.
The sun rays spin.
I look again.
What joy to see such loveliness!
My Kitten’s home!
I pounce on her like a wildcat will
And grasp her like a treat.
Her eyes shine bright. Our love has grown.
I kiss and kiss and kiss her still.
Oh, what a thrill
To love my fill!
What joy to know my life’s complete:
My Kitten’s home!
My Kitten’s home!
My Kitten’s home!
For Katherine Lynne Wheeler, my beloved finacée and almost wife
December 10, 2007
First published on Objectivist Living here.
My heart was yours before I ever met you,
I long to love you ‘til the end of time.
So do you think that I could ever let you
Become a passing spell that’s not sublime?
All roses wilt as autumn ends in sorrow
Blind nature kills their petals, and the shoots
That bloom away their passions meet tomorrow,
Where passing spells leave nothing but their roots.
My love for you is stronger than life’s ending,
Yet how it’s so I’m at a loss to say.
Your roses in my heart go on extending
The fragrance of our passing spell’s bouquet.
For as long as I love you and you love me,
Our spell will pass, but last eternally.
For Katherine Lynne Wheeler, my beloved fiancée
February 14, 2005
First published on Objectivist Living here.
I’ve sensed you all my earthly years,
Don’t ask me how I knew,
I’ve watched the wide world spinning
With countless signs of you.
I’ve loved you as an angel
Who never could be true.
I’ve seen so many glimpses
And countless signs of you.
Harsh plights have caused me heartaches
And often I withdrew.
That angel then would call me back
By countless signs of you.
In wars where I’ve surrendered,
When shame would have to do,
I’ve charged back into battle
Bearing countless signs of you.
And when my soul’s been weary
And love had turned taboo
I’ve overcome my apathy
Through countless signs of you.
You’re part of all I treasure,
And I’ll live my whole life through
With gratitude for finding joy
In those countless signs of you.
For Katherine Lynne Wheeler, my beloved fiancée
December 10, 2005
Note: First published on Objectivist Living here.
