Andrew Guzaldo  

Celibate she knows not
"And what invokes our life.
This bellicose and sad affair,
We call life, to choose from,
Day to day our life's inhabitants,

The thrill of what cometh anew,
No more of the lightning-flash,
Not that of the dreaded thunder,
Fear not the slander of others,

Thou hast finished all joys of life,
All the loves you had not quenched,
Yet thirst for that special one afar,
Celibate for years awaiting her near,


Nothing ill shall become of her,
Quietness will consume her joy,
A renonowned newness of life,
Shall stemer within, new life to begin"

A.G. 2017 -2017