XVII I Do Not Love You….

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda – XVII

Happy Birthday G!

Although I didn’t write this…..wish I did….it still is something written for you! *winks*

Happy Birthday! Get Well Soon! And Quit!……..

Lots of Love………Your Brother…

Do I dare to compare your love
To the lighthouse engulfed in fog
Shining it’s beacon of light
That guides through stormy seas

Do I dare to compare your love
To the soft whispers carried on a breeze
As it rustles through copper colored leaves
Words of encouragement

Do I dare to compare your love
To the snow capped mountains
Majestic peaks against a soft hue of blue
The epitome of strength

Do I dare to compare your love
To the vast meadows of wildflowers
A motley of colors put on display
Simplifying beauty

Do I dare to compare your love
To the endless skies overhead
And it’s never-ending exhibit of light and dark

Do I dare to compare your love

Lana Hensley


An old poem I wrote about 20 years ago…..

Love of my heart, lullaby of my dreams,
Intricately carved out of heaven’s beams,
Embraced by angels the one I adore,
Shall hear the harp of love play evermore,
Life holds no barriers for I do love you.

A Sweet Memory

Rough winds brought you forth to me,
Warm blanket was your embrace,
Moments that would last a lifetime,
Time stood still as I gasped in awe,

December sailed to welcome the new year,
And my soul rejoiced to what lay ahead,

Music winged my feet as I danced with joy,
Yet my heart knew the beats would surely slow,

While love blossomed so did it wither,
As would the fruits of circumstance,
And still kindred spirits will forever soar,

To the tune of an ever sweet memory!

Julian Tan




Floating on the sea of melancholy,

I gaze upon a starlit night of hope,

Gentle winds blow away mine eyes folly,

Calm waters wrapped around like a warm robe,


Slowly I see heavens pathway appear,

Glowing amber to my absolution,

My mind’s at peace; Gone are feelings of fear,

With God’s grace I shall have my redemption,


Light shines through my soul as freedom beckons,

I hear the songs of birds proclaim my joy,

Shadows cast aside in pretty patterns,

Reborn with the heart of a baby boy,


May I never falter again with woe!

Prithee dear mother guide me as I go.

Julian Tan


A Poem On Love – T.B.H.

Love can soar to the highest pinnacle of ecstacy,

It can also crumble to the very depths of excruciating misery,

Love from deep within is inspiring, exhilarating even intoxicating,

But when it turns sour, the body and mind it will devour,

Leaving a tragic ending.


Wings Of Love


The wings of love embraced my feet,

Lifted me above four times high,

Fear echoed my lonely heartbeat,

Comfort crept to tell you were nigh,


A raging sea that now has lost,

Passion mirrors a fiery sky,

Burdened I live to count the cost,

Of fighting time I’m left to cry


Carry me forth and let me fly,

My Rose is now in full blossom,

No longer will I question why?

But hold you close to my bosom


Prithee almighty end my pain!

May wings of love flutter again!

Julian Tan