Sonnets

Use {{pm}} instead of {{pmheader}} The USS Chicago was recommissioned at the San Francisco Naval Shipyard on 2 May 1964 and left the yards for Long Beach. We were undergoing underway training and missile launch test at the San Clemente naval firing range, and returning to Long Beach on a regular basis.

One of the things I really enjoyed while in the Navy was to go back and visiting each of the houses that my family had lived in while I was growing up.

While in Long Beach, I decided to return to Palmdale to visit a home of childhood memories. While in Palmdale, I met Connie, who was soon to be my first wife. I was commuting to Palmdale (about 180 miles round trip) two (and sometimes four) times a week to spend time with her. When at sea, I would write letters and poetry. Here are a few that I recently found while doing a genealogy project for my daughter, with whom I have recently, reconnected after three decades.

Connie Jo

There is no poem that can be written  
that can tell how I have been smitten 
by a woman so lovely and sincere. 
Is it any wonder my love's so dear? 
For sickness, her kisses I would prescribe. 
Her charms are to much for me to describe.  
    In one word, she is beautiful.
Never had I thought that during my life 
I would ask any girl to be my wife. 
For it will be my duty and my chore 
to bestow my going love more and more 
on the pretty girl who is my first choice. 
Now I will use my pen and raise my voice, 
    my love for her is bountiful.

My Lonely Thoughts

As I sit alone, watching the dark skies above, 
I think of the shore and the one I dearly love. 
All alone are you as you sit at home and weep. 
All alone am I while I sail the oceans deep. 
Hoping and praying that I shall again come near, 
wishing and hoping to see you, my love so dear, 
    knowing for sure that you are loved. 
As I enter port, I see the one I left behind 
and embrace the one that can see into my mind. 
Hoping to again feel the emotions that inspires 
longing to repeat the moments that have transpired. 
You standing beside me, quiet and transfixed. 
You say "I love you", with tears and sobs intermixed, 
    and I know for sure that I am loved.

Sonnet for my Sweetheart

As I sit here alone, thinking of what to write, 
I think of your quick mind and eyes blue and bright. 
I remember your smile and how pretty the sight 
of your face in the dark, your kiss so very light. 
I'll remember always the Saturday night	 
I tried to control my voice, I tried with all my might, 
    I asked you to be my wife.
You have since then my love, filled my mind night and day. 
Your tiniest, small wish has been an order to obey. 
It is my wish that you happy, and I pray 
I shall make you happy, as happy as I may. 
But I sit here alone, I know what I will say, 
Yet when we meet again, I know what I will say 
    I am your for all my life.

Letter Number One

I had just completed reading you note
when I re-read every character you wrote.
Seeing the paper and your words upon it
gave me the thought for composing the sonnet.
My wonderful, pleasant thoughts could fill a book.
As I suit her in my quite, little nook
    knowing I love you too.
These words are dry and I am afraid the may
not equal the words I really want to say.
This poor short sonnet doe not have enough lines
to say all it should, but it does have the sign
of something requiring lots of thought and time.
Wait until you try to find a phrase to rhyme
    with "All my love to you"

Letter number Two

No one could stop after reading number one letter. 
Your words were as bright as the sun, better. 
I read number two and tried to write a rhyme 
thanking you for the effort and amount of time 
spent reading these poor, humble poems I write. 
I know you must love me both day an night 
    and I love you too.
Always shall I be attentive and concerned 
but I see this is something you've already learned. 
Important are the quiet moments comments 
and thinking of the past days and nights events 
but I definitely think none can compare 
with the moments alone with you --- anywhere! 
    So, my thanks to you!

Letter Number Three

Now letter three was a treat, a special treat. 
I received a picture, very pure and sweet. 
The poem on the back does not stand a chance. 
It's nice but the woman will I know entrance 
any mortal soul, I feel it is a shame	 
Sunset, though lovely, is such a common name.
    Compared with you though, the sunset looks sad. 
We have a language all our very own. 
No words are expressed unless you are alone. 
When you are with someone you love very deep, 
you must try not to hurt them, nor make them weep. 
Any tears I shed are tears of joy. 
When we marry, will the first child be a boy 
     or a girl, with us as their Mom and Dad?

Letter Number Four

This sonnet is to hold a tender promise. 
Each letter is worth a poem or a kiss 
you can collect whichever you desire 
Your letters are wonderful for they inspire. 
Do you remember a month ago today? 
We met in Church, before God to kneel and pray. 
    Seven hundred, forty-four hours ago.
I just received another wonderful note. 
The subject is unhappy and I denote  
a sense of dislike of being called my wife. 
(Do you not agree that marriage is for life?) 
Get used to the idea, loving bride, 
for next year we march down the aisle side by side, 
     two hundred and forty days from now, you know!

Sonnets

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