“Devotions reveal fervor subdues yet never conclude,
The pleasures that interim of a lost romance,
Desire now greed no ecstatic long nights,
Now my mind is fulfilled with past gander of delicacy,

Of what the summer or the springtime provided,
For love and time past hath given thee leave to rest.
No stature is higher than the beauty of silence,
Silence in my gloomy of days your laughter freed all,

The soil far off times removed from the afore charts,
And where the marks of once were to find thy hoped port,
On distant shores east or west alas a last resort,
Those angst and hath left no lamp to guide my love,

May you lead me to a garden of your gratification my dear?  
Do not say that the element of grief in hearts pulsation,
I will never divest my senses of the elation of solitude,
When images of sunlight dissipate I will languish in the,
Glory of darkness”  
By Andrew Guzaldo 2/01/2019