My Sweet Scottish Princess

My dear sweet lady

my Scottish Princess shy,

thanks for sharing

that twinkle in your eye.

So many feelings

some familiar others old,

finding myself drifting

easily in from the cold.

It started with a call

coming later than sooner,

now I'm finding myself

acting like a teenage crooner.

I vowed to go slow

not gamble my heart,

now I find myself melting

from my toes to my heart.

I don't know where

she was hiding for so long,

but she's here right now

my heart is singing a song.

A wee bit of Scot

a whole lot of emotion,

she's an amazing spirit

of joy with hardly a notion.

Some times so glowing

I want to call her Tinker,

but somehow I suspect

she can be a little stinker.

A little bit shy and

often seen with face red,

but my Gawd how special

and yes I'm saying it...in bed.

I've found myself thinking

how can I make her more happy,

then my memory drifts

I'm a softy going sappy.

Her soft tender smile

lights up my night,

and her simplest giggle

sends me scrambling with delight.

The softness of her skin

as it touches mine,

the melding of two souls

the stopping of all time.

From time to time

we're each given a gift,

I believe I've again been blessed

as my soul feels a lift.

So take my hand

and trust in fate,

as I've found so often

it's never too late.

Where it will go

only a fool would venture,

lets just take it slowly

as we start this new adventure.

Always remember this

I want you as my friend,

and we'll share what we can

from this start to the end.

Gary R. Cramer

March 22, 2005

A Man So Lonely

A man so lonely

lost without a goal,

nursing his empty heart

and a matching soul.

Faded memories of

old holidays past,

shared with loved ones

that just didn’t last.

As a young child

there was good and bad,

with an 80 proof man

he always called dad.

He dated some women

in search of love,

but all too often

none fitting like a glove.

His first was older

while he was in the Navy,

he was so young

recalling her hair wavy.

It went on for months

his heart she carried,

she was a great teacher

then revealed she was married.

There was even a girl

with hair of red,

Italian and sassy

his heart she fed.

She became pregnant

but had to abort,

due to cervical cancer

a tiny life too short.

Finally in his thirties

a woman took his breath

twice married before

her name was Beth.

Soul mates from the start

lasting twenty-three years,

so much was shared

filled with love and tears,

But that all ended

torn by a family that lied,

after the divorce it

was from cancer she died.

Then there was Sue

they met while singing

and after two tries

his heart is still stinging.

Through out all the years

a most special person,

a proxy sister-soul mate

Sylvia was a loving version.

Now he’s alone again

without woman and mate,

life so far removed

and never feeling great.

Part of him wants

to last to a hundred,

to find a women

that love has funded.

But all to often

with no wind in his sail,

doubting strong hopes

fearing a relationship fail.

A man so lonely

lost without a goal,

nursing his empty heart

and a matching soul.

Gary R. Cramer

December 26, 2021

A Child Is Born

A child to be born

a new life to begin,

sparked from passion or love

but surely not a sin.

Regardless of the label

two people in need,

the bonding of two for

the blossoming of a seed.

From deep in the womb

there emerges a heart beat,

the creation of a brain

even two tiny feet.

Gary R. Cramer

1980’s