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Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
“There you are once again in my reverie,
Entering once again into a never ending dream,
I hold you near you ask do I love thee,
I love you as the shadows fall upon the earth,

Between the sun rising and the sun setting,
It is of inescapable moments of life,
As the clouds form before the storm,
As the leaves fall from the trees in fall,

This is the simplicity of how I love thee,
For I could not live any other way but within,
I love you with the obscurity of your impasse,
To cascade around  and aegis you always,

The essence of louche ******* before me within grasp,
Like the influx of the ocean beating onto the macrocosm,
The scent within the air carries within it,
Words of love speak more directly to your soul,

Such an exquisite virtuosity of beauty,
I cannot love you any other way but that,
My love of infinite efflorescence”
  By A.G. 2/2018
Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
"I awe at the contents of her spirit,
Of that of an emerald, sapphire,
Amethyst or a Diamond,
Yes that is it a diamond a diamond,

Once in the rough now a rarest of all,
Many souls bare emerald rubies or sapphire,
Much more rare in nature than a diamond,
However she is all the afore mentioned,

With each passing day I find another cache,
About the Genesis of your being,
You my dear are that of an allotrope,
A design and gem forged by the Gods,

You will live within my heart and soul,
A perennial swell conjures my life love,
I shall be the one between your bosoms,
No man or woman shall come between us,

As I am amidst the ocean of my love,
As the upsurge of the water reinvigorates,
So shall it replenish my love for you,
As I shall meet you at the immutable,
Surf of LOVE”
Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
When true love finally arrives,
It’s like a deluge of ecstasy,
It vanquishes your every move,
Your heart mind body and Soul,

When this loves arrives to your heart,
There is naught that is inaccessible
At that moment when there I and thee,
There is nothing insurmountable to perceive,

One at that moment feels tears will not endure,
There will be no place for them,
The happiness of ecstasy you feel equitably,
Then comes tomorrow that of misery,

Now I have defined and feel a mutilated heart,
It is now that my heart has been broken,
The feelings I have had are for naught,
It was in my mind a cull has replaced the love,

I was deceived and I know not why,
I do however hold the dreams always,
And that of what tomorrow may bring,
How can I again meet such a love?
Until then it shall be fervor of,
  Love and Sorrow”
By A.G. 2/2018
Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
"My love for you is indefatigability,
Yet you decline to notice this,
My love please delve into my soul,
My heart my person awaits that you do,

I wish to never say adieu to you,
I hope and pray you feel the same,
Although it seems this is not the issue,
Is this the now cessation of our love,

I believe that you have been contrived
To feel me within your grasp,
To taste your lips upon mine,
Have I now been forsaken to lose you?

I notice that your love has exacerbate,
The nuances of your actions
Your once risible ways have gone,
I have never had such enchantment,

Or has this been some romantic delusion,
A dream perhaps this I can bare,
But to have held you in my arms,
And then to lose such would have been,
A STRATAGEM"
Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
I once told you I loved you,
On a celebratory night,
Under an ambience beauty,
Of an alluring sunset flaming orange,

That embraced your face before,
I had a chance to caress your face,
Convoluted in an expressing evening,
As obscurity covered our embraces,

In the explosion of the night,
Our love was more seductive,
As it whisked within our souls,,
As our amaurotic lips caressed,

As we drowned in a sea of love,
When the sun had gone we filled,
The empty night overlaying the,
Earth with the color of our
STUNNING LOVE”
Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
Poetry teaches me to read delusion,
A Delusion that is put into words,
And becomes a reality of beneficence,  
Although many of these things do not,
Come to pass,

But is a poet’s best way to live,
In the art of Expression maybe not,
For himself but for the beneficence,
Of others in the best way possible,

To live life through academician,
Brightness of the days gives one side,
When there is darkness another spectrum,
Of a unusual poignancy,

A poet/writers life is always looking,
For that appropriate or peculiarly meaning,
Day dreaming of a delusion,
Or a nightmare with a pertinent validity,

And when everything is so onerous,
You want to reach a point of imperious value,
Of mind body and soul of a loss,
To dream and think so lofty with no end,  

An uninterrupted moment of solitude and words,
Of course moments of cessation rest,
In all this words teach me to care for loved ones,
Or that of a dear friend,
Until we as lovers may meet once again,
Consistently truthful and NEVER PRETEND”
By AG. 2/2018
Andrew Guzaldo c Feb 2018
“I never knew what love was until,
   I met allure,
   My life oscillated in towns and villages,
   There was nothing in my life laudable,

  I knew the Planet was round not flat,
  I querulously entered a bar for a drink      
  In some places was obscure with danger,
  I contemporaneously walked the green earth,

My entire life was empty my endeavor struggles,
Have I been forsaken it would seem yes,
Dissipated to life’s daily struggles,
An empty shell a piece of dust fallen from above,

I was once implausibly at my demise,
I belonged to no one nor they to me,
But than a refined beauty arrived,
Her with such beauty and I in my famine,

Needless to say was such we filled,
Each other with a sense of emancipation,
Her allusive beauty and my impropriety,
Filled fragrance bountifully aerate to my Soul,
NOW I am NO LONGER ILLUSORY”
By A.G. 2/2018
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