The freedom that I once pursued,
the urge to be alone,
the passion for some solitude
so suddenly has flown.

The chance for quiet privacy,
the time I once had sought
has been replaced exclusively,
my Tina, by your thought.

I did not want another mind,
I shared my thoughts with me.
I always looked around to find
a private place to be.

But, now, this place is loneliness,
not what I had thought of
and all that fills this emptiness,
my Tina, is your love.

The time for some accomplishment,
the time I so desired
is now much less significant
and so much less required.

It’s time with you that makes my day
so satisfied and whole,
to hear the secrets laid away,
my Tina, in your soul.

The friends I held were cold as ice,
so friendly, if not real.
I did not mind to pay the price
for how they made me feel.

Now, feelings, warm and so sincere,
so honest and so true,
are all I need when I am here,
my Tina, holding you.

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I've failed a lot during my life time. I was constantly reminded of my failures for 49 years of that life time. Not only was I reminded, I, ultimately, became conditioned to fail, I expected to fail. Believe it or not, if one is told that one can do nothing right by those who one should be looking up to from the earliest of ages, one begins to believe it.

Just as doctors practice medicine and lawyers practice law (they just can't seem to get it right), I spent eighteen years of my life practicing marriage. The difference is that I finally got it right.

After three failed marriages, I finally got it right and this poem was written with more passion than any other I've written. I've been married four times, but I've only had one wife.

Luckily, Sis, she hasn't “had enough yet” and, from what I can see, neither of us will ever have enough.

I love you, Tina.

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