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A love poem to Claire on reaching 28 from Paul (with thanks to Paul for allowing us to use the poem on the website)

Whose were those sparkling eyes so brown?
Whose lovely long brown hair?
Whose smile that conjured Paradise?
Who was it smiling there?

Straight through the noisy night club air
She shone, beyond compare …
I made a move – you spoke to me
And said "My name is Claire."

It's Kareoke time – she sings –
"You Take My Breath Away"
Could it be me she means, could it?
Have I struck gold today?

If anybody's breath is lost
In her impersonation,
It isn't Claire's, it's mine – I'm lost
In awe and admiration …

All happiness I've felt till now
Into oblivion fades:
How strange that all my hopes and joys
Should be lit up in "Shades".

I felt the world before us lie –
Choose anywhere – we'll go!
Egypt? Cyprus? Venice? All?
It's turned out to be so.

I'm sure you know, in future years –
Wherever they may be –
That all I really want is that
You spend those years with me.

If so, a few things you should know
I'd like to make it plain:
Play all the hockey that you want
And go to "White Hart Lane".

We'll go to Music Festivals
Whichever is your type
(That's Bryan Adams or the like)
And drink down "The Clay Pipe".

Perhaps you know all this, and I
Should not re-iterate.
But here – accept these thoughts in verse,
Now you are twenty-eight.

MAGIC IN THE AIR

There was a magic in the air
A time most infinitely rare:
Treasure it in the memory
Treasure it for you and me.
It's ever present in my mind
The restaurant where in Rome we dined,
Under the open starlight sky,
The river flowing gently by.

There is a magic in the air,
A shimmer shining everywhere:
Moonbeams all across the scene
Bathe us in a silver sheen.
The Tiber Bridge lights all aglow,
And on the river dark below
A thousand images dance and quiver
In shards of light across the river.

But the magic in the air
Went far beyond what lit us there:
Beyond what everyone could see
A light that shone there just for me…
The magic in your face, your hair
Illuminated everywhere,
And stars that dazzled from your eyes
Dulled those pinpricks in the sky.

Hannah, all along I always knew
The magic in the air was you.
You were, as life about me swirled,
My still point of the turning world.
And must such happiness- must it be
Consigned to just a memory?
The moments that we cherished then,
Can they ever come again?

The future's an eternity
There's surely room for you and me:
We'll start with just a modest place-
A Dachshund won't take up much space…
Oh Hannah! Say you will be mine
And then your light will always shine-
Always, ever, everywhere
There will be magic in the air.

THE ONLY MANLY SUPERMAN (A Christmas communication from Joanne to her father)

Dear Dad – I think you ought to know
At last I've found my Romeo:
I'll tell you Dad – at least I'll try –
I'll tell you something of the guy

Over six months we have spent
In happiness and deep content –
When in so many different ways
Little rituals enriched our days.

To Monday's football he will go
Then home to dinner cooked by Jo.
The start of every weekend day
Is at Ash's Table Take-Away:

"Two coffees please, and raisin toast"
(That's what we both enjoy the most)
We go and find the tree and sit
On that grassy bit right under it-

The time, the place is just the same
An honoured ritual it became.
We come to Thursday night and so
It's Trivia at "The Ivanhoe"

His general knowledge staggers all
He has the power of quick recall
Of all his knowledge stored within
Which makes him always ALWAYS win!

"What does he do?" I hear you ask,
"What is his routine daily task?"
I must confess that in the week
He's a bit of a tedious I.T. geek.

But we all know that Clark Kent passes
For an office clerk in suit and glasses.
It's all part of the master plan
'Cause underneath he's Superman!

And so Mathias after work
– No longer a computer clerk –
A new life bursting forth began
Behold – another Superman!

He is transformed by his guitar
Into a music superstar:
His stage charisma wins all hearts
He knocks 'em out and tops the charts!

Then clips his boots into his skis
And wins Olympic Gold with ease –
The Downhill, Slaloms-Giant and Small
This superskier wins them all!

A lust for life, all forms of sport
Skiing, surfing – any sort –
But Mathias also has you'll find
A really superhuman mind:

On intellectual themes pursuant,
In countless languages so fluent,
On matters abstract and refined
He has the most accomplished mind.

And his all embracing brain
Can work on matters more mundane:
Though D.I.Y. drives us berserk
He likes to find out how things work-

All things his mind investigates,
He studies, fixes and creates:
Each challenge offered, he takes up
From programming to Jo's make-up!

(With multi-talents he's awash,
Thank God the bugger can't play squash!)
Can anyone, anywhere fail to be
Impressed by such a fine C.V.?
So, Dad- he looks like just the man
To be escorting your Joanne.

But one more point I think you'll need …
Mathias … well … he is a Swede.
"A Swede ... Not English! ...Oh my God!
I must insist – Give up the sod!"

Expected words but every one
I'm sure intended just for fun.
Believe me Dad, that we relate
In ways you will appreciate:

When he's unshaven, rough and smelly,
He's my very own Ned Kelly.
I'm his Yoyo – or P.P.
A Princess or a pea that's me!

Or sometimes after Mazda – "Maz"
Which makes me rather like his Jazz!
Oh yes he's good at cars as well,
A real mechanical Brunel.

So Dad I'm sure you will approve
And one more thing, I'm going to move.
On Jan. the eighth we shall become
A partnership – a pair – as one.

I think it all was meant to be
It's written in the stars you see:
It's all to do with when we're born,
He's Cancer, I am Capricorn …

That means on Friendship, ten we score,
And nine when we're up to something more.
And so the catchword's "nine and ten"
(I'm talking silly talk again).

We'll get on fine if we go steady
We've been on holiday already-
We've skied the slopes and soaked the sun,
I really think he is the one.

Our minds are very much in tune
And you must meet him very soon –
The only one for me – Joanne--
The only Manly Superman!

MY CHRISTMAS BABE

February ends – and March just starts
A time to dull the brightest hearts.
It is the deadest time of year
A "nothing" time that none hold dear.

The winter keeps the Spring at bay,
And summer seems so long away,
No signs of life, no shoots of green
On hedgerows or on trees are seen.

The Christmas glitter, all about,
Has very long ago gone out;
And all that Christmas spending spree
Is just a distant memory.

It is the deadest time of year
A "nothing time which none hold dear.
With this there's few who'd disagree
Excepting one –that one is me.

Early March- late February
It's wonderful- Oh can't you see
The miracle about to be?
It's when he will come home to me!

Who cares if winter's cold still bites?
My heart I know will still ignite
And flame and glow and blaze and burn
The moment that he will return.

Who cares for silly Christmas lights?
All "glitter" – shining "surface bright"?
His light more deeply it will burn
When he to all of us returns.

Who cares for Christmas spending sprees?
Those presents don't forever please;
My heart will give him so much more
The moment he returns from war.

The Babe at Christmas was divine
But unlike Eddie wasn't mine.
And though I know I shouldn't say
It is to my babe that I pray …

He had no star to light the sky
No oxen standing meekly by
No shepherds, stable, no three kings-
None of these usual Christmas things.

Instead where he is coming from
Is where you'll find the gun and bomb.
It's odd that Saviours often come
From Eastern parts of Christendom.

One Saviour came to save us all-
All creatures great, all creatures small;
The other comes more privately,
And he is coming just for me.

His is the coming I await,
To him my prayers I dedicate:
Come home safely back to me
From all my fears, set me free.

There's only one thing that I yearn
And that's your quick and safe return:
Come home and these drab months, my dear
Will be the best time of the year!

Greenwich, my time

The journey of my life I thought
At Greenwich would begin -
From there I would explore the world
And all that lay therein.

I thought that sometime in the years
That lay so far ahead,
That sometime I would realize
The dreams of heart and head.

But not long would I have to wait
To see my dreams come true
For true they came, on that first day
The day I first met you.

And since that time our separate paths
Have never strayed apart
But beaten many a single track -
Two bodies with one heart.

We walked the campus grounds and there
We tasted our first kiss,
And on that little patch of ground
Grew everlasting bliss.

Then round about the streets and beach
Of Tenby's golden sands
We walked and watched the sun go down
In each other's hands.

And so the journey of our life
Each step as one we share
Each happiness, each blissful joy
Each worry and each care.

Whatever lies across our way
Through lands both far and wide
Know this, my love, that I will be
Forever by your side.

So though this solar planet round
The universe is hurled,
It was in Greenwich that I found
The centre of my world.

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