Love will always carry you away to the best of places.

I Can Kiss You

I can kiss you with my lips and never taste the sweetness

and delicacy of your loveliness,

if I hide behind my mask,

or if you will not let me see your true beauty.

I can kiss you with my eyes

and you may see the lure you hold for

my heart, but you may never know

what I feel in my heart for you.

I can kiss you with the enchanting aroma of romance,

but how will you know it to be more than just a counterfeit?

I can kiss you with the kindness

of passionate words,

yet how will you know my words are meant

for you, and for you alone?

I can kiss you with the generosity of a man

who could buy the world for you;

but how would you know

I would want you

just for who you are,

without you feeling any obligation

to repay me for anything I have freely given?

I tell you now. Yes!

I can kiss you.

But…if that which you call passion,

which lies within you

can not see me,

can not hear me,

can not sense me,

can not touch me,

can not receive me,

you will never know that I can kiss you.

That moment in time can never be replaced.

So yes…one more time,

I can kiss you,

But… only if you know what it means to be kissed.

Copyright © 2007. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.

I Just Keep Looking into Your Eyes

I remember that unforgettable moment, when I stumbled across your photograph on the internet that the very characteristic about your profile which captured me was your eyes. Of course….who wouldn’t be drawn into the lure of their mystery, their wonder, their gentleness, their rest, their purity, their questioning of the world surrounding them? All I know is that I always find rest, assurance and an enormous wellspring of comfort from your image. Now.… I find even more comfort since I have heard the strength of your voice and can see the person behind the voice, even if from a distance. Now when I hear your voice, I can see your beautiful face and never seem to be able to keep from resisting you. This is a dilemma I still ponder. Although not a real dilemma, at least one man named “David” does not yet know what he does not know about a girl that he wants to know. He really asks, “Does she ever wonder such things about me? I shall not tell her,” he says.

It has been quite sometime since that very first day. I have been amazed, challenged, intrigued, and still… I don’t know what many things “I was” and “I am” today because you just walked into my life as someone who cared deeply and I never mentioned what I thought, needed or even wanted. You just knew. Remaining baffled is where I always find myself after we embrace. You always keep me interested and not bored. That’s a first for me. Sometimes you scare me and I don’t know why. Your departure arouses a little loneliness but also hope. You have committed yourself unconditionally and unselfishly to be here for me and….I feel I give so little. I wonder how you continue to be here for me and then…I keep looking into your eyes and I know you.

I know more of your secrets than you tell me. I also know less than you tell me. Being soothed and comforted by all that you tell me is what I always know will be certain. It always is. You never fail me. Each time we see each other, I just look into your eyes…I know that what we have others don’t have. Each time I look in your eyes, I know that what you bring me is mine. Each time I look in your eyes all I can become is content. No matter what you bring, it is always special; it is always meant for me. And...if I ever doubt what I will experience, all I have to do is just keep looking into your eyes. They will tell me… all I ever will want to know.

*Dedicated to two extraordinary ladies who have mastered the gift of unselfishness. I love you both, very dearly.

David Hammock. Copyright © 2011. All Right Reserved,

That Which is most Precious is Love

Does anyone really know what love looks like? What is the face of love?
What does it mean to feel the feelings of love? What are the true thoughts
of love? What are the joys of love? What are the tears of love? I don't know
that anyone has exact answers for these questions. The answers are
different for each of us...just like the feelings, thoughts, joys and tears.

Each man and each woman, the world over wants to love and be loved. But...
many never find it. Some live their lives in disillusionment, disappointment
and compromise. A few dare to feel something greater than today. The
serious ponder possibilities further than the steps they walk
today. Some can hardly imagine that anything will be better today or
tomorrow because of yesterday. Having to suffer in silence or suffer aloud
is the plot of many who remain sad.

I have never been able, despite the challenge and pain of life's obstacles to
accept that the best is forbidden to me for any reason. As long as there is life,
there is hope. I know life is love and love is life. So... I will continue to believe
that dreams were always meant to be realities and that real love belongs to
all of us if we will surrender all that is worthless that we may discover the truly
priceless. AND....that can only be LOVE... indeed that which is most precious.

David Hammock. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved.

Private Diary Glimpses....Part One

When I am away from you, I long to see your face and have those beautiful, brown, sexy eyes look into my soul. When you take your hands and run your fingers through my hair, I remember dreaming many years ago about a lady in the future doing that to me. You are the only woman to ever do that in all my life. I long to hold your hands. I love to take my hand and brush it gently across your soft cheeks. I want you to make your home one day in my soul. Not just in my mind and emotions but, deep, deep within me. I want to be so close...like no man has ever been close to another woman. I'm willing to pay the price to do that and I'm sure God will lead the way. Hopefully, I will hear the words one day, "David, I belong to you," I will then know it is time to move forward towards a permanent relationship.

David Hammock. 2011. All Rights Reserved.

"Come Home My Romance.....Come Home"

Where has my romance gone? I long for your sweetness and song to come to me, where you will find your home,and where we can belong.

I long for the fragrance of your words, and the freshness of your breath….fill me...with passion, fire, and intrigue. I am not the same without you.Not the same....no, not the same. Not at all.

For my enchantment has weakened, But it has not died. My heart seems silent, yet I know it is filled with much to say.

My vigor seems subdued, But I know it is only quiet...resting...waiting...waiting....hoping.

I long for the delicate touch of your gentleness, and to swiftly take my fingertips and feel the naturalness of your soul's blush.

I will know when you have arrived, my romance. I will see it in the light of your eyes, and in the whisking of your hair, and in the tenderness of your spirit.

Come to me my romance. For I have a promise that all of my hopes, and dreams will come true.Come to me. I await your homecoming.Not all will be fortunate to find you. Not all will really want you.

May God help me to be patient for you. You will be worth my wait.

Please...come home to me. My dear romance.....come home.

Copyright © 2003. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.

I Want to See You

I want to look into your eyes and see you. I want to behold nothing or no one else but you. I want you to be present with no one else but me either. For unless we are both truly looking upon one another with the purest of intentions, we may as well be blind. You can not see someone unless you want to. One’s vision is clouded with misconceptions about others unless the heart truly desires to see with its own eyes.

Why do some people live blindly, while others are fully aware of what they think and feel, as well as need and want? Why do some look upon another and say, “You are beautiful,” when beneath the adornment of the visible lies the darkness of the invisible? Some do not want to see, because their eyes have not been opened. Some have not learned to see, because no one ever cared. Some will never see because they have become entangled in a self-designed web of pride, greed, arrogance, superiority, apathy, indifference and selfishness. Indeed the gift of sight allows us the gift of seeing the creative genius before us. If we can not see the masterful beauty which lies within, then our world suffers the loss of the genuineness we have to offer.

To see you, is to begin to discover the wonder of all you are, and have been and are becoming. To not see you is an even greater tragedy than my loss. No matter where you’ve been, no matter where you are, no matter where your journey leads you, let me see you. I must see you. I am compelled to open my hands and hold all that is dear, precious and remarkable about you. But…I can not do that unless we begin to take those first steps together by knowing who you are and you knowing me. I can know nothing though unless you open my blinded eyes.

The ache of my heart would be ever so great if the loveliness I perceive is not there. The yearning of my soul would mourn the loss of my fallen hopes, if it discovered that what I saw was not the real you. Do you see the real you? Only the real you need be experienced. No one can ever take the truth of what is to be seen away from us. If we allow someone to still our sight, then no one else can see us and we will remain blind until we reclaim the inheritance of our individuality. I want to see you…and only you.

Copyright © 2007. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.

The Wonder of My Soul Mate

I’ve wondered my whole life, what sort of woman would be the woman of my dreams.... I’ve longed for her even when I did not know what the ache in my heart was about. I’ve dreamed of her even when it seemed foolish and hopeless to dream. Wondering if she is a fantasy caused me to ask, are you being honest and real with yourself? I see so many couples hold hands in the park, and they stroll in the evening sunset, and seem so content…..but I still wonder, where is she? I can not give up hope, because as long as there is life, there is hope.

Recalling the memories of my childhood when I saw so many” bigger” people who were married, I remember the sadness I felt inside when they never smiled at one another. Some seemed to act as though they were strangers. There was nothing that seemed to appeal to me about what “bigger’ people did to call themselves husbands and wives. No one ever used the words” lover,” as they shared about their partner. God forbid such a word as that. Yet…..my heart kept yearning…. and bleeding, crying out for someone to tell me the reality and truth about what it meant to be in love. Surely, there must be an answer. Surely, I was not alone.

Soon, I became older and I was to discover that women were different than men. My eyes would gaze upon them and wonder what they were like? How did they feel? What made them happy and smile and laugh I asked? Could they feel as deeply, and as passionately, and long for another that could complete them, as I wondered? I dared not share such a secret! No child should be thinking this way. I should be thinking more like a child. But…I didn’t. I was far beyond my years in a land of discovery, wonder, beauty and enchantment.

I continued to wonder and dream of such a creature extraordinaire that totally captivated the essence of who I was and am. She was the kind of masterpiece that no ordinary artist could easily capture with a brush and paint. She could move my heart like no other. Her delicacy, gentleness and tenderness could calm any feeling of discomfort I would ever have. Her beauty was such, that even a glance…would change me into a prince; for I knew when I beheld her with my eyes, that she was a princess. She was my princess, and I could not possibly be content with any other.

I knew deep inside when I met her, I would feel the presence of her heart. I knew that when she spoke, the gift of her voice would be so warm, passionate, exciting, and true….true to her own heart, and to mine. Whatever she would speak and no matter how she spoke it, the words of my princess would be for me, and my words would be for her. I knew that the very sight of her would change my countenance, lure my will, and beckon me to her side. My desire for her would be unquenchable, and her desire for me the same.

No love would be able to compare to the love we would share. It would radiate from our hearts as we would look upon one another. There would be no more questions. There would be no more aches. My quest for my soul mate will have come true. She would be more than anyone else’s description of her, and more than I could utter with such tiny expressions called words. The glow in her eyes for me, and my eyes for her would tell the story. We would always be able to love in silence, love in language, love in the deepest passion possible with our embrace, as a true gift that would never be able to say” I love you for the moment.” She would always be my soul mate and only with her would my heart always be content.

Copyright © 2007. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.