“Serendipity of a creation and loves that remembered,  
I have no absence of aliment it is the loves I lack,
Those that rivalries at the beauty flesh that covers your body,
Say they do toward you against night’s strength,

In the darkness of days that may be set afore us,
All you need to do is reach out your hand,
And I will be there the light I bare may not suffice,
However holding hands we shall go on a journey,

Fleece are there could they not stare laggard mandible
I want not melancholy to accrue thee nor to weep,
Days light up I need not justification of the night coming,
Discover the light we need for our heart to cleanse our souls,  

Libation to me only with thine eyes as I will pledge to thee,
Vigor my own flesh woman whom I love and want not to lose
But thou summon to me a breath I thirst and hunger for,
There were woes and detritus and you were the prodigy and you,
My libation of serendipity”
By Andrew Guzaldo 12/08/2018 ©