I've gotten used to the copper taste of fear,
But now I feel it for two loved ones dear.
Patricia, my first lady of deep true love;
And Arly, who lives far away, but coos like a dove,
In her Internet writings to me, that she loves me--
Saying she knows my heart and spirit in my poetry.
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Patricia is both a paragon and a paradox.
So charming she can even bewitch her docs.
Talented and intelligent beyond measure;
And a feminine fountain of delight and pleasure.
Kind-hearted toward all; and, for animals, much caring.
Even when she has had little, she has been quick for sharing.
Just a few months ago, she leaped into a river's fast flow,
Risking her life to save a drowning boy she didn't know,
A ten-year-old little boy, who will grow up and live and love,
Because Patricia became his guardian angel as if from above.
Her Knight in Shining Armor she recently found;
But then two cruel evil people tried to put her in the ground.
Breaking into her home and beating her with a heavy board.
Patricia has faith, and still prays in faith and hope to the Lord.
But her assailants wounded her badly--and one very serious injury;
So this week she has to have delicate and dangerous surgery.
Please, everyone, pray with me for her full recovery.
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Arly is a lady of culture and charm,
Who tells me that, when she can, she will give me her arm
To hold on to for support; and accept me as I have become.
I have heard promises like that before; and so I have some
Measure of skepticism; but I am not skeptical about her heart,
Which she has unveiled with words to me, though we're far apart.
She knew Brian when he lived back East.  She is grateful to me
That I befriended and helped him out here, and that he was happy.
She loved Brian, she said; and she said she loves me, too.
Whatever may or may not happen, I believe that is true.
I've talked with her with writing, knowing her only on the Internet.
Her kind concern, and her loving words, I could never forget,
Even if I had a strong long century of sweet fleet golden time.
She hears my voice in her heart, in my verse and my rhyme.
But poor angel, a childhood accident cost her physical hearing;
And now, as new advances in medicine are ever appearing,
A surgical procedure has been made available, that might restore
Hearing to her ears.  So she too is undergoing surgery, hoping more
Than she, for so many silent years, has been able to hope for.
I pray her surgery will be safe and successful--that soon the sound
Of her friends and loved ones, within her ears will joyfully resound.
That the magic of whispering breeze and birdsong and insect hum
Will, with great happiness, into her well-deserving life soon come;
That she will hear the world's music in its diverse vast treasure,
Feel the sweet sadness, heart-breaking beauty, and painful pleasure
Of music and songs and out-loud spoken words of lustrous poetry.
Pray with me, please, also, for Arly's full recovery--
And her fresh gift of all the world's sounds in wondrous discovery.

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Written by Michael LP, aka PoetWithCancer
aka (thanks to my dear friend Luna Marie) Mr. Poet
Written on Wednesday, November 30, 2011 1:20 PM PST
64 degrees F.   Humidity: 18%   Forecast: overcast
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