With love happiness ensues upon you, happiness may
However caution prevail it can Turn to anguish,
It can changed the way I now feel,
Memories in my head waking up or in bed,

Where the life love I no longer saw her face,.
My heart was cold, my very soul was dead.
When you are loved they make you happy,
When they turn on your love its sadness to bear,

She was so dear to me and she caught me heedless,
Your heart pumps like mad but you feel nothing but love
You can't sleep for as it almost seems needless
I was unprepared when I fell into your chicanery burrow,

I must perceive to hide my scars from the world,
My heart abates as it struggles to pump life,
Behind once her happy smile now my withered tears,
My pain well aware in my eyes to others,
I linger for someone to ask WHY?  
CHIANCERY of my once Love"

“Within My Archipelago” My enclave

The enclave all that is lost far away,
As the melody of our love stretches for miles,
My heart flutters like melancholy when away,  
I will be waiting for you at the grottoes end,

As the ocean waves roar gale in harmony
Sea wind voices floating high,
Sounding robustly as the waves reach for the sky,
Tantamount reverberates its mighty roar,

As does my loves laughter as we sit,
Each word is like a syllable of a sweet tune,
The inexhaustible pureness of it all,
I would always have given you anything,

First day of love was like the birth of a flower,
As it even grows in crevasse of a stone,
As such my love for you grew stronger each day,
I told you I will always be in love with you,

I never pulled away from your Lips,  
My voluble, heart throb shall always be yours,
My soul will crave to always have you near,
No matter where I travel my korrigan
You shall be within my archipelago,
FOREVER

“If you can love the erroneous person endlessly,
Imagine how much euphoria you would,
Have with the right person,
Absinthe as a row of daffodils that spread flaming,

I love you as dark murky things are loved,
If you can cultivate a plant that will endow,
Your heart with a thousand flowers,
It is absinthe in the air that is expressed,

That is intoxicating from such a love.
The sea knows the love the stones,
of the rock as the waves flow above,
Kisses flowered daffodils in the cracks,

Then day came that our lips finally met,
Our tongues braided infinite purity in their crevices,
Kindling our nerves with desiring pleasures,
What can this be I say to myself the essence of?

As absinthe anise flavored from botanic gardens,
As so derives your skin within mine the contour
Of your beauty has quenched my desires,
With infinite purity and Exhaustive ecstasy”
By A.G. 3/2018

In the highest conflagration my of solitude,  
She entered the room apprehended by such beauty,
I felt a gravitational force of our souls,
Force I had not heard from science or lairs of books read,

Of course I began to signal her with my eyes,
Moving like radar locked on,
So distant yet so close her eyes imply in pain,
That procures the inner sanctum of her heart,

As that of butterfly she sits not afar off from me,
Ah I notice a glance procure every so often,
Oh the body of excellence the skin of papal host,
Does she know that I feel alive again or,

Will I be the one to say and to make her solitude?
Deep dark eyes of romp sadness befall upon my heart,
Your slender body bares tenderness in its silence,
The gracefulness of her movement she lives in my mind,

As I close my eyes in daze as a product of,
Another dimension,
As her sadness alludes to my soul and heart,
Everything I envisioned spoke of love,

A conflagration of solitude we call Love,
The unexplained antipathy of all is LOVE”
By A.G. 03/2018

"I would like to pass the rest of my days,
With someone that has no necessity for anything,
But will love me as I would love her perpetually,
And carries within herself the apothecary,

Latent light scent of the flowers,
The misty aura aroma that ascends
Hoisting itself in the drifting air,
In the atmosphere and lives within my being,

Neither the earth bares fragrance of such beauty,
It makes me love you even more,
To know it is I that has such love,
That of us as we interlock tightly,

Never to be severed from your lovely being,
As long as there are words I shall,
Never seize from writing of your beauty,
Our imbroglio of your hips and legs,

As of a lovely lace of flowers spread before me,
The entanglement of our lips as we kiss,
The awe-inspiring smile that spreads upon your face,
My heart seethes in quiescence upon yours,
Whether near or afar we will always be as one”

"Our task is to show that however,
Wonderful things may appear,
In today’s World and lifestyle,
They may not be all that great,

Even the darkest night will end,
And the sun will rise regardless,
Our optimism changes to pessimism,
Roses that may grow on a stone,

Not in the earth as optimism has shown,
Love can exist or it can turn parasitism,
It’s wrong to believe that all will be optimistic,
That parasitism will continue to exist,

Oceans feel the love the upsurge bares,
The stones of the rock will bear a flower,
Rain will fall and so kisses the flower,
Will endure there growth of optimism,

Solitude will bring a cumbersome heart,
Depression will remain in a semblance,
New destiny will precede the pessimism,
As loves fate arrives pessimism succumbs,
To an optimistic aspect until ones last breath"

By AG 2/2018