Spare me these love powers,
Thy covert  torture,
In discreet shelters,
Wait no more,
I can’t walk nor run,
To ingratiate myself as before,
My child in company,
Is having fun,
Round and round the sun
Or is it his shadow?
Lingering, out of breath,
Like the before to be mown meadow,
Lushly, leaning to the morning breeze,
Swaying with a subtle motive,
A plenty of desire to live,
Before death,

Where art thou child?
So delicate and mild,
Lost among flowers
So bright and wild,
Yellow, pink and red,
Splinters of your bed,
Laughter and gestures,
Have I lost my sight?
Or art the eyes deceived by light?
We shall not return tonight;
Memories  of the dead or the Blind,
That is insinuating visions for a widow,
who is waiting the true return
Of her old man and toddler.

The life I miss, have ever missed,
My eyes eager to see, have never seen,
But plenty of tears have been always shed.
Not a beam of humanity has ever been sent
Years accumulated into age, have I really lived.
Ah, life, my dear years, I have certainly lost
How they passed, my youth eroded the most,
How I paled and sensed not amiss!
Vindicated by raw flawed sense,
And who sensed, surmised or guessed!
The grey hair or the spine that bent
Uninformed ambition has pretended talent,
Ah, my years, I call you, my dear, to tell
How the weary me tried ever to fulfill
One of my simple dreams, Have I dreamt?
A cry out of mute, I Have long been a dumb,
Declare the coming light, have been absent.

My love to you is ancient and old
See, we are living in an odd world
I have adored you at my earliest age
Long before I became strong and strange
Since I was my parents' heavenly gift
******* at my mother's holy breast
Guarding the other with a delicate fist
And my eyes of selfishness calmly fixed
Into hers that lovingly watched
Or when she touched my nose and kissed
When I clung on to her skirt
In streets of fears of common reality
So I weaned on love of your beauty
Then, I grew up, a man, I thought
I craved for you and desperately sought
Among all women, which was a mystery
Your eyes were in one, the hair on another
I see you in all women, so I wonder
Of a fact, here, of a blurred figure
Am I seeking for you in a feminine coat
Or for the tenderness of my mother?

Fickle bodies to love fidelity meanings are few,
So let's part, you and me, before we argue,
While the angry summer day still has sight;
Before the spellbinding shawl of twilight
Deceives eyes with green mantle shapes.
Let's us go now before dark steals our shades,
To clothe them to bushes in euphoric dance,
So fears manipulate feelings of double chance;
Though both of them are in trance of innocence,
Yet fragile feelings have a weak defense.
See, fantasy speaks shallow with farcical glare,
While love fathoms beneath a calm stare,
So verve hearts are deluded by ill scheme,
That ruthlessly fakes snares to overwhelm
The paired inept perplexed couples in love,
With distracting concepts of secrets above
Their ability to discern and knowledge tact,
That we take peaceful plants for severe plight,
So let's part, sweetheart, till we are not huffy
Till we understand love and have more liberty.

Her lust is a mixture of desire and fright.
She declared to them all that night.
“I'm ready to sell my body and soul."
My savoir is not what she is used to be today;
She became a creature of blood and clay.
The star that guided her through her pilgrimage
Is falling as twinkling swords
Sending pulses which is more than words,
Telling the divine beauty to stand for the fight.
Now she can't realize the significance
of her eternal beauty.
The toiled body wants to retreat,
While I'm as a candle in a deserted room seat
Drawing my dreams of salvation
on walls, windows and utilities of ritual feast
I can see myself in my tranquility as a dim
weeping, Dancing light between darkness and creativity,
or a burning mild struggling sight
That illuminates her paths to me
would the one who ignored the star’s guidance
be able to take by the candle's feat.

So fair to trace fervent swallows' treat
When summer's warmth of northern retreat
Starts to desert heat to southern east
Luring a febrile fever for migratory feast
Swallows' flocks disappear with bereft heartbeats
For the fledglings are abandoned in alders' nests
Yet before long, their parents, the young shall meet
Following the elders path of flight by mere instinct
Which is a banal puzzle, yet truly deserves inspect
A mystery of innocent creatures without deceit
Is impetus to discern the secrets of love effect
Thus united hearts shall ever bounding ties reflect
While the bare soul of love roams with decent feat
Wherever its bounteous eyes stare, spaces retreat
For with the soul of love is anointed the lord's feet
And the union of holy sweat with love shall greet
the pure glorified love that knows no defeat.

O, love of the mighty power
By hatred, perpetually,
Thou art defeated,
Then thou cower
Naturally,
In thy cocooned safety,
humbly satiated,
Thou never strive
To divulge schemes to survive,
Or there none of them to try
Conversant with God's will
Thy secrets linger tacit and still
Yielding with wordless skill
Ready to die;
Evil which may satisfy,
Thou resurrect a comely butterfly