Poems by Eric Pabst

 
Sitting by a fire in Ross Park in Pocatello I said and then sung these words to her (April 4, 1997): 

Time dissoles as I look into your eyes. 
Eternity arrives sooner than I'd ever dreamed. 

Distance disappears as our fingers touch, 
And all urges our hands to interlock. 

My heart beats boldly as my love ignites, 
And my whole soul is filled with light. 

My knees touch the earth... 
I know the moments right... 

A diamond appears with my heart inside... 
I offer you all I am...The choice is thine. 

Will you marry me? 

      -March 12, 1997
       
       
    Foxy Lady
Last night you dreamed
that you wa' da' WOMAN!

You were the leader,
and the life of da' party!

You felt like a princess
and had to push the guys away
as they tried to win your heart.

Oh how I wish I could'a been there
to claim you as mine!

I would've carressed you
and itched you - just as you like it...

Just this morning I couldn't believe
that you are mine.

I love your spunk!
I love your open heart!

You're a woman with a dream,
a leader, a lover,
You're true, you're cool,
- You're a foxy girl - ...
a mother-at-heart
and a princess with a legacy.

Thank you for choosing me!

I love you, Di!

      - Valentine's Day '98
The feeling I received in the Temple 
 was no lie: 
You are the person that will be my 
 greatest companion. 
You have a love that a child can sense, 
 that draws him in to feel your arms 
 surround him. 
You have a sparkle that lights 
 a million giggles. 
You have a faith that makes dreams 
 come true. 
You can feel when another is burdened 
 and know the words to speak. 
You have a drive for excellence 
 that carries you to the finish. 
You know what friendship is 
 and countless are your own. 
Your middle name is "Bargain-Shopper" 
 And you have an eye for precious things 
 that are too cute to miss... 
Yet somehow you cannot see 
 your beauty... 

Right now emotions are 
 flooding my mind. 
I am so lost; 
 My heart wants to be with you 
 and yet it hesitates. 
So many times it's felt your love, 
 and yet confusion sometimes returns. 
Why is it that the words 
 that often inspire me 
 to be more than I ever was, 
 sometimes sting? 
Why is it that the joy I have from giving, 
 sometimes turns to mock my lost identity: 
Who am I that fears to hurt the one I love 
 so much that I can't ask for a moment 
 that I may serve another? 
Who am I to busy myself so much 
 to give you some brief pleasures 
 that I somehow lose the chance 
 to bring you true happiness? 
Who am I to work so much to become another, 
 that in the end I feel 
 that my human self with all my weaknesses 
 is unaccepted...when being accepted 
 is the first step to become better 
 for a whole life and for eternity? 
Who am I?  Who should I be? 
 I need to find out for myself. 

I want to do the things that will 
 restore the light within - 
 that radiates in my eyes! 
I want to be contagious 
 and have a home where children will soar! 
I want to live with God's perspective 
 of day to day things 
 and not get wrapped up in life. 
I want to LOVE! 
I want to Laugh! 
I want US to Laugh! 

Life really is wonderful 
 when I open my eyes. 
I love to be with you 
 and see your smile; 
It lights up mine. 

I love you with all my heart 
 and it aches for you. 
 

  Love, 

     Eric 

  -Sept 6, 1997

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