“Life can have its share of tears and heartaches,
Malady and demise dolefully follows us in our lives,
Our souls exist with love laughter family and faith,
Life’s secret of caverns like the songs in your mind,
The enclave of sand rock and lichen reflects well,
Of that was formed ever so enchanting the abyss,
Of the stone with its furtive outlets afore the deep brine,
As it passed by your name a fiery flower than created,
The arduous waves rose like a barrier in the Universe,
A canticle now well beloved all things ode to love,
Earth time sea island life and tide are subsequent,
The sea is the mouth to the universe and tells all,
Flowers on the now spring unfold afore our eyes,
Observing us as if our passions are now in the begin,
Arduous waves of the brine are now burgeoning flowers,
A courtyard now surrounded with passionate flowers,
We were alive together on a macrocosm heretofore,
Yet not alone when the hour of our demise befalls us,
Our love was harvested as that of the fields of grain,
I the knowledge of the sea and you with gold lividity,
Mine exists in the caverns of the soil and sand
Fear not my blossom of life the fire of our love,
Soon loving kisses will join as our mouths,
Cleave perpetually”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/15/2018
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
“Life can have its share of tears and heartaches,
Malady and demise dolefully follows us in our lives,
Our souls exist with love laughter family and faith,
Life’s secret of caverns like the songs in your mind,
The enclave of sand rock and lichen reflects well,
Of that was formed ever so enchanting the abyss,
Of the stone with its furtive outlets afore the deep brine,
As it passed by your name a fiery flower than created,
The arduous waves rose like a barrier in the Universe,
A canticle now well beloved all things ode to love,
Earth time sea island life and tide are subsequent,
The sea is the mouth to the universe and tells all,
Flowers on the now spring unfold afore our eyes,
Observing us as if our passions are now in the begin,
Arduous waves of the brine are now burgeoning flowers,
A courtyard now surrounded with passionate flowers,
We were alive together on a macrocosm heretofore,
Yet not alone when the hour of our demise befalls us,
Our love was harvested as that of the fields of grain,
I the knowledge of the sea and you with gold lividity,
Mine exists in the caverns of the soil and sand
Fear not my blossom of life the fire of our love,
Soon loving kisses will join as our mouths,
Cleave perpetually”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/15/2018
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/15/2018 #Poem #131
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