Poems by Ronald Doe

I want to tempt the hands of fate
Take you out on a lovely date
Act like a perfect gentleman
Be as romantic as I can

I want to show up with flowers
Walk with you in April showers
Hold your hand and open the door
For the woman I do adore

I want to take you out to eat
Pull out your chair until you seat
In the fanciest restaurant
Tell you to order what you want

I want to sit by candlelight
With the mood and atmosphere right
Gazing into your lovely eyes
Sing love songs and sweet lullabies

I want to turn on all my charms
Hold you in my tender arms
As I am slow dancing with you
Softly whisper "You’re beautiful”

I want to count the stars above
With the woman I truly love
After that walk you to your door
So you can feel safe and secure

I want to be invited in
Gaze in loving eyes once again
As I watch them sparkle and shine
Open up a bottle of wine

I want to hope our next slow dance
Will lead to a night of romance
As we are dancing cheek to cheek
Feel your heart beat and knees go weak

I want to catch you as you fall
Let you know you’re a living doll
Make your body feel like a flame
When I softly whisper your name

I want to taste your honey lips
Feel the passion behind your kiss
Smell the aroma of perfume
As you lead me to your bedroom

I want to lay down by the side
Of my lover and future bride
On this wondrous and lovely night
Make love to you with all my might

I want to kiss your pretty head
As I am lying in your bed
Prove to you that my love is true
By telling you you’re beautiful

I want to give you all my love
Make you sparkle like stars above
Feel Heavenly and so divine
As you lie in these arms of mine

I want your heart to feel a flame
When I softly whisper your name
If it’s the last thing that I do
I want to make sweet love to you

My Valentine,
The sun wouldn't shine
If it weren't for your love.
From afar,
Every star
Would fall from up above.

My Valentine,
You're one of a kind,
You're unique and beautiful.
And forever,
We'll stay together,
My Darling me and you.

My Valentine,
I would go blind,
If I somehow couldn't see.
You surely will,
Forever still,
Be right there for me.

My Valentine,
I am glad you're mine,
For you brighten up my world.
It is a joy
To just enjoy
The time spent with my girl.

My Valentine,
A glass of wine
Could not be sweeter than you.
For all my days,
I'll forever praise
All the lovely things you do.

My Valentine,
Till the end of time,
You and I will never part.
And I will,
Forever still,
Call you "Gorgeous" and "Sweetheart."

The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a gift from God
An Angel sweet and beautiful

Deep inside my tender heart
Actually felt your halo shine
I quickly knelt and prayed to God
And I asked Him to make you mine

The happiest day of my life
Was the day when I first kissed you
For I had never felt a kiss
So tender, soft and beautiful

But when I felt your gentle lips
I could have sworn I owned the world
Right then and there I knew for sure
You would forever be my girl

The happiest day of my life
I guess it has to be right now
For here I stand in front of God
Ready to make a Solemn Vow

A vow to have you as my wife
And to love you with all my heart
To honor you and cherish you
And say, "Until death do we part."

The happiest day of my life
Has to be on some future day
About fifty years down the road
Upon the death bed that I lay

For when God calls me on that day
If I still have you as my wife
I'll die on the happiest day
The happiest day of my life

My brother was always my best friend,
We would play sports and we'd just pretend.
I'd hit a homer, a goal he'd score,
You see I was Yaz and he was Orr.

As we grew up in The Project Courts,
Nothing mattered except for sports.
We never once thought about a girl,
As we lived in our fantasy world.

For in the courtyard in which we'd play,
The next Bobby Orr would proudly say.
"Ronnie, someday when I'm all grown up,
I'll help The B's win The Stanley Cup.

Score the winning goal in the last game,
And all of Boston will chant my name.
But till that day comes I guess once more,
You can be Yaz and I will be Orr."

Butchie and I played hockey for fun,
And we weren't out to hurt anyone.
But then came drugs, fast money and girls,
And playing sports wasn't in this world.

Because as the years went flying by,
Butchie's goal was to be a Wise Guy.
With the new meaning of the word "score",
They'd be no more Yaz and no more Orr.

I saw Butchie in the project court,
Where we had played every single sport.
His eyes were bugged and his vision blurred,
And when he spoke his speech was slurred.

His face was pale, his expression blank,
He told me he was robbing a bank.
I said, "Butchie, what about poor Ma?
Her heart can't take another scar".

But the madness in my brother's eyes,
Brought out the sadness in my cries.
For there was hatred not seen before,
Back when I was Yaz and he was Orr.

And on the day he was sent to jail,
I had a vision that seemed so real.
I pictured him on a breakaway,
I saw him wink and I heard him say.

"Ronnie, someday when I'm all grown up,
I'll help The B's win The Stanley Cup.
Score the winning goal in the last game,
And all of Boston will chant my name".

As fate would have it, it was his name,
That truly was Butchie's claim to fame.
But in my heart I just wish once more,
I could be Yaz and he could be Orr.