Gus Riding
Tall man in leather with animal grace
Such depth in your eyes such a beautiful face
You stole my heart when you gave me your soul
I still hold it inside but I'm a fragile bowl
How I miss your deep voice softly speaking my name
Or calling me "Sugar" lighting my flame
I so miss everything about our life
The way that you asked me and made me your wife
You made everything else, me happy most of all
When we ate you cooked it
You made the art on our wall
You made our nest perfect you made me walk tall
I miss the ways that you loved me
How you loved to wear black
Your tattooed shoulders
Your tattooed back
My face misses your hands
My body does too
My head on your chest
Hand stroking that tattoo
Your strong arms around me
Holding me tight
Kept me close to you
All through each night
Your voice in my ears
Professing your love
Making me laugh
Dispelling my fears
Your legs like your body
So long and so lean
Handsomely straddling
Your vibrating machine
Tanned muscled arms tattooed hand
Steel toed boots and black ray bans
Ripped and torn jeans sleeveless T's
I think of you when I see these
Long dark curls flappin' in the wind
Chin whiskers and moustache surrounded your grin
Silver chain hung from your hip
Throttle and brake in your iron grip
Names of your girls inked into your skin
The name of your woman also therein
That name is mine and my initials on your back
Not in bright colors but all in black
I always said I'd never get a tat
But then I did, imagine that
After you died and on your Birthday
I found it was the only way to say
You made a mark upon my soul
You filled a solitary role
You saved my life but now you're gone
As long as I live you will live on
I put that mark upon my skin
To remind me of you within
How you changed my perception of the world
How you made me the world's luckiest girl
By ALB
In Loving memory of Gus
May 22, 1964~February 12, 2006
My Hero, My Best Friend, My Soul Mate
copyright ©2008 by the author.
All rights reserved by author.
Such depth in your eyes such a beautiful face
You stole my heart when you gave me your soul
I still hold it inside but I'm a fragile bowl
How I miss your deep voice softly speaking my name
Or calling me "Sugar" lighting my flame
I so miss everything about our life
The way that you asked me and made me your wife
You made everything else, me happy most of all
When we ate you cooked it
You made the art on our wall
You made our nest perfect you made me walk tall
I miss the ways that you loved me
How you loved to wear black
Your tattooed shoulders
Your tattooed back
My face misses your hands
My body does too
My head on your chest
Hand stroking that tattoo
Your strong arms around me
Holding me tight
Kept me close to you
All through each night
Your voice in my ears
Professing your love
Making me laugh
Dispelling my fears
Your legs like your body
So long and so lean
Handsomely straddling
Your vibrating machine
Tanned muscled arms tattooed hand
Steel toed boots and black ray bans
Ripped and torn jeans sleeveless T's
I think of you when I see these
Long dark curls flappin' in the wind
Chin whiskers and moustache surrounded your grin
Silver chain hung from your hip
Throttle and brake in your iron grip
Names of your girls inked into your skin
The name of your woman also therein
That name is mine and my initials on your back
Not in bright colors but all in black
I always said I'd never get a tat
But then I did, imagine that
After you died and on your Birthday
I found it was the only way to say
You made a mark upon my soul
You filled a solitary role
You saved my life but now you're gone
As long as I live you will live on
I put that mark upon my skin
To remind me of you within
How you changed my perception of the world
How you made me the world's luckiest girl
By ALB
In Loving memory of Gus
May 22, 1964~February 12, 2006
My Hero, My Best Friend, My Soul Mate
copyright ©2008 by the author.
All rights reserved by author.
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